New Year’s Eve

In spite of her brilliance

The sweet moon did not know

It was the end of the year

She did not brighten her glow

Or don her best party cheer

She was caught unaware

She was not full

I had no reason to stare

She just kept moving

In the cycle that was hers

And for that,

I chose to celebrate

Her constancy,

Not years

I took my glass of champagne

And sat outside at ten

So I could watch the clouds cover her

Only to watch her light be born again and again

And this was the way I spent

A quiet New Year’s Eve night

Not with resolutions

But with watching the same sure nightly sight

Of the moon holding her pattern

Of the moon sharing her light

Of the moon who is never swayed

By another’s prescribed rite.


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