Slow
Moving
Moon
It started out a slit of light.
Stubbornly, it grew to a crescent.
In this March-April sky,
while I wait to see you for the first time,
its progress seems painfully slow.
Three-quarters now, it will be full in three nights.
Then in reverse, it will shrink to a crescent before I travel.
Eleven long nights.
I have no power to speed the earth's shadow
as it moves across the moon's face.
I think that I may notice each degree of progress.
by Marea Rose Jennes
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