Night fell hours ago.

I watched and searched for the moon.

It lay behind a layer of clouds,

Giving some light,

As if to nod a shy hello.

I recognized its welcoming acknowledgement to my gaze.

My smile was genuine,

As it always is,

While greeting a friendly warmth.

I miss the moon when it shrinks and disappears,

Too late for me to join its company.

I look forward to our meeting next time it shows

A happy light on my horizon.

(c) Rick Wyman 12:47 am Saturday