There's always a sense of uncertainty
after the full moon's passed, something
about cycles. Lit by the bright moon
the sky and clouds continue to roam
in one direction, oblivious to the dark.
I sit in the driveway and look up wishing
for a star to bloom supernova. A sign
from God perhaps on this lonely night.
I am tense, but your voice calms me.
A possum silently cackles by, grimaced
by my presence. I should not be out
this late. The animals own the dim
and quiet places. The land around
me breathes and I exhale. There's
always a sense of uncertainty after
the full moon's passed, something
about cycles. There's always a sense...
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