Beneath the Waxing Moon

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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