Kinds of Honey

The sliver of moon

is such a cliché

as it hangs there

in the blue velvet sky.

.

I am glad to see it

through the glass door

across the patio,

above the parking lot

and the city glow

and the rows of houses.

.

If I could just reach out

and touch it for one second

maybe I would know its

reason for shining

so quietly, its content

in being the simple,

marvelous thing that it is.