August 15, 2025 · 12:30 a.m.
Half-moon at half past midnight

Dear one, she said
with a bright look
against the darkness
of the sky
surrounded by stars
up there hidden
from my eye.

But not the Moon’s light—
that’s not even hers.
And yet she owns it
with grace
and luminates entire sky
and cosmos.

She is alone
but lonely she never was.
She’s gorgeous,
and everyone’s aware of
who she is.
That’s fame.

But she is humble
and still tirelessly
reflects the light
that’s given her at night
by mere unseen-ness
of the sky.

The balance
of the dark and light,
the light against the dark,
what makes the contrast
and all life, or else
we would not see the light.

So simple,
yet profound—
an epiphany to me
and trivial “so-what”
for those ignorant
or numb.

And then,
my turn to say, “so-what,”
for I create
my own path
and own what I am
in form.

It’s time
to be, and time
to blaze
one's own light
no matter
what.