eye on the moon

it seemed to be

the perfect day

to get things


and so

all morning

and even into the afternoon

I got

things done

not always completely joyfully

but steadily

these days don’t come often

sometimes I’m too anxious

or too sad

to notice they’re here

and I’m left


or weeping

at another lost day

(the passing of time

occupies my mind

at all sorts of

inopportune moments).

perhaps this means

there’ll be a blue moon