The Perennial Moon

The moon rose again yesterday at twilight,

Turning visible as the eastern sky accepted night.

It was in with wispy clouds, just enough cloud

To validate my excuse for not taking photographs.

But it was a solemn balm and comfort to me

To know that it was there,

Silver, quiet, keeping true to its celestial path.

It will rise again tonight,

Or is it that the earth will turn once again eastward, and

Moon and earth will continue their dance,

Their gigantic (to me) ballet of light, dark, twilight, cloud.

--September 17, 2013