before sunrise,
a glance east,
a view of the morning moon,
visible, clear,
appearing near,
feeling like an ancient friend.
not sure what the
waning crescent can tell me
today or tomorrow,
or during her next sighting,
other than her dawn glare
grins, revealing
an orderly orbit
i do not control.
i can stop. i can stare.
i can cherish her curved shape
and reflect on the weight
i normally hold, letting
it fade away
from me
as a new day begins.