Friday, November 28, 2008

Crescent Moon

I opened the heavy book

And the crescent moon

Shone in my eyes

Each time I reached

To touch the moon

It shrank until it was

The tiniest sliver of light

Floating on page 56

Next to the stars on page 57

I turned to the back of the book

To look at the index

And it read Miracles, page 102

I quickly turned the pages

To see if it were true

95, 98, 101…104

The End



4 comments:

Melissa said...

awesome, awesome, awesome poem...

I think I remember this photo - reworked...

Rhonda Boocock said...

Thank you...you have a great memory!

cafe selavy said...

This photo is beautiful. And moonlight is always true.

Rhonda Boocock said...

I hope so!