The moon
escaped nights ago
is slowly dragging herself back
outside my window
a stray cat, revealing herself
in furtive glimpses
growing bolder, behind clouds
I barely breathe
a wink, a blink, a slitted eye
I look away
a dance between my legs
a trip, a stumble
a saucer full of cream
We ignore each other intently.
The moon
is mine (maybe)
for a bright night or two,
then she runs away again.
Words and photo © Jaime Greenberg, 2022
