I spoke to the moon this morning in the hope he would speak back

I wondered if he waited for me to see him

Lingering over my house giving me light to walk

It’s early and I am questioning my own path.

The path is illuminated to start this day.

I walked outside this afternoon he was still out there

It was as if he was competing with the sun.

There they sat across from each other.

The sun rose, the moon was unwilling to set.

What is he waiting for?

Was he waiting for me to see him?

I looked up and greeted him. When I returned he had set.