ashen clouds block the moon in colorless concealment
yet increments of glowing silver seep through
I can’t count the number of times I’ve seen the moon
through these pinpoints, the night’s orb itself unseen
but reliably there behind the drapes of mist
or how stunning it is when viewed in the clear darkness
sometimes I have to remind myself to breathe
turning a corner in the city and being visited by something so wild
round and pure against the cold geometry of urban skyline
I say to my companion, o look!
they nod and the conversation moves along
but I am distracted, disinterested in the topic
since it can’t possibly be as important as this view
as monumental as committing to memory this beauty
