in the quiet warmth of mid-afternoon I looked up to the sky and through the brilliance of the sun saw a half-whisper of gray poking itself through the vibrant blue curtain as a button through a hole - in a world where no one is on time, I wondered why it was hours early for its engagement with the evening - I thought I might touch the moon, so close did it appear, but as with so much in this world, it was a deception - seeing the moon at eye's length, I was reminded of the size of the universe and that I am small, my time short, so I must make haste to enjoy the full warmth of the sun before night falls
