Beneath the Waxing Gibbous Moon
I stare with wonder.
I smile beneath the starry night sky.
The Waxing Gibbous Moon tells me “it is time to observe and align your hopes with the universe”
Beneath the Waxing Gibbous Moon I read my short story
To a crowd anxious for my words.
Fear shaking my feeble frame,
Prays between trembling lips.
I read my entire piece.
I stand before the crowd for more than seven minutes but I feel the seconds melt away.
My voice deserves to be heard.
My story deserves to fall on eager ears.
So I allow them to enter into my world.
And I feel the weight of my words lift off my shoulders.
I leave the Library with eyes aglow and lighter steps.
On the drive home I look up at the moon,
I pray for a full moon but instead
The Waxing Gibbous Moon whispers its promises to me.
“It’s time to refine and hone”
“Observe and align your hopes with the universe” it says
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