The Moon this Morning

When I left the house enough night was left

For the western sky to hold the full and silver moon. 

It was a full, round, and silver moon--

Stable, without motion--stable. 

I had taken many photographs of this moon

As it had risen in the east,

Rising, a silver orb, topping my patio fence,

Moving ever so slowly

Among the crepe myrtles’ leaves,

Causing me to seek out leafless spaces,

Causing me to move my awkward tripod

Over and over. 

The morning moon’s beauty,

Placed as it was at morning’s edge,

Held me for a long instant,

Filling my spirit with awe.

--April 26, 2013