The Moon this Morning


Last night the moon rose too late for me.

This morning it was hanging in wait,

Silver, full, round,


I set up the tripod, mounted the telescope,

Checked the batteries on my trusty Olympus, and

Focus click, focus click, focus click.

Seventy-one times I focused and clicked, and

As I did the day was gaining upon the dawn.

The moon’s pocked face was being readied

For its transit incognito.

It would be invisible to mere mortals

Until it would rise again
Too late for me tonight. 


--May 23, 2013