In the Waning

 In the Waning

I awaken.
A soft blue sky
beckons
and I step out
 into the clear, crisp air.
I breathe,
feel my self realign
and rebalance yet again.
There is an emptiness,
but it’s not fully hollow.
In fact,
there’s promise there.
I gaze to the horizon,
 then higher.
The waning moon,
on its way to set,
is tickled by
bare branches
of sleepy treetops
bathed in the widening
morning light.
Ah, there it is…
in the waning,
there is widening
with plenty of light present
 and in phases to come.
They will be as they are
and I can be
as I am.
Thank you Moon.
Thank you Sun.
I understand.

Sarah Carlson
December 4, 2020