yellow moon

there's a moon
rising yellow right
above that cloud
of dark trees, and
if you stand right
here, and don't
move, you'll see
what i can see. it's
memory will persuade
you to come again
and again, to find
another moon, on
another night, and
it has no real
meaning, but it shows
you that in the
moment, in the brevity
of life, that things
can slow down, stand
still, and be just right.