Waiting For the Moon, Again

I wait for the moon to honor its month,

To respect the almanac’s grid,

To appear, temptress, seductress, tease,

Daring me to see her mountains, craters, valleys.

But I, faithful disciple and courtier,

After the customary prayers for a cloudless sky,

Will have my camera batteries charged, and

Will place my telescope’s tripod  

Upon the earth’s ground,

Find the moon in the marvelous eyepiece,

Match  my camera’s eye  to the eyepiece’s eye, and

Capture images of the surface of the moon.

And, filled with awe and a special joy,

Will now see what I have  caught.

I wait for the moon to honor its month,

To be faithful to our tryst,

To be available, to be open,

To prompt me to wonder

About the splendor of it all.

--December 18, 2013