Apricot moon

The moon

is the only night time

object bright enough

to shine through the mists

and it is barely two days from full.

More like a dull falling apricot –

let go the branch,

not round and

a little fuzzy.

The air

is cool

and still

- the night -

my heart beats

slowly. My

head is

dull.

I could have slept

and thought of all my night time cares

in daylight if I could have slept.

But instead I pour two glasses

of cold water in the kitchen

and I’ll probably have a

headache in the

morning.

Still -

the air -

cool.

And still the moon,

not unlike

a dull apricot –

pausing in its tumble

down, almost ripe and

nearly sweet.