poetry

 Half Moon

Early morning half moon,

I see the whole

Even with one side 

Sheltering in the indigo darkness.

I can’t help this need

To conjure a completeness.

The moon just gazes back

And sees half a man,

Half way home

Lost in the shadows of his own life.

But for you I am enough,

Just as I am, and have traveled

As far as I have needed to come.

You’d already ventured out

And have been patiently waiting

To meet me in the middle.

Yours is the light that

Shines on the dark side

That I’m too afraid to show

And too proud to hide.  

3/14/21