Waiting for the Moon

Each month I wait for the moon,

Filled with confidence that it will not betray me,

Filled with anticipation about how I shall focus

So sharply and so finely on the shadows

Spread upon its face.

I shall wait.

I shall set up my equipment early,

Wait for the moonrise over my fence,

Wait for the moon to move into a clearing

Among the crepe myrtle leaves. 

I shall wait

Until the wonder-filled face

Appears in my camera monitor

Having passed through space

Having entered my equipment’s lens,

Having reached my camera’s lens,

Having reached my very eye

Then I shall press the shutter button

Again and again,

Angling for the sharpest, finest moon.

--April 16, 2013