if some day
I become half
of what I've aspired to
in these words -
or a tenth
of those who've made me -
I will consider this life
well-lived;
until then
I am nothing
Month: November 2023
Hazy Moon
a hazy crescent moon
burns out its last tired light
in dawn's awakening sky;
what did it see
while our eyes were closed,
what caused its lines to blur,
did it burn brighter
to light someone's way;
what sapped its strength,
will it return stronger tomorrow;
so many unanswered questions
lie in the darkness
of night