The super moon is close to earth and looming large
it still commands a presence
in the early predawn hours.
A morning walk before the sunrise
illuminated by this spotlight
peeking from behind clouds.
The air is warm and still – nighttime insects reminiscing,
background music keeping time,
human racket still asleep.
The clouds accumulate and grow, billowing high and gathering
making the air feel even heavier,
postponing the coming day.
Even the birds are sleeping in today, waiting for more light, or else
the moon kept them awake last night
and now their sluggishness holds on.
Time pauses and resists the urge to move along towards day
Suspended in this in-between
of thick and quiet space
And so we walk along together, covering this wellworn route
wondering when and if the rain will come
to break this listless spell.
But wait – look down there by the grate, now scurrying across the yard
the black would not be noticable
without the white stripe above.
We stop and watch and keep our distance
allowing it to take the lead
and wander where it wants.
Along the edge of houses in between and under shrubs
at last it crosses the road and heads
down toward the river bottom land.
By the light of the super moon and in the stillness of the condensed air
a visitor joins our journey this morning
hopefully just for today.