I Couldn’t See the Moon
Mid-morning, and I could not see
The daytime moon
White, wispy clouds
Were shrouding my view
I must be going out of my mind.
I stood there thinking, ‘I’m going blind’
And I waited for Mother Nature to be kind
She rewarded my perseverance
With a cursory appearance
Of the Waning Crescent Moon-
The soupy sky’s tainted spoon
