I am waiting for Bernard. He should have been here at 10:30, and it's already 10:32. Something is wrong. Bernard is never late. When I'm even a tiny bit slow in getting to our daily game, Bernard ... [+]
so well-rounded,
gleams above.
we watch,
comment on her beauty,
admire her.
we do not doubt her presence
each night, taking for granted
her shine
but there are cracks
in her fullness.
a dark side
we do not criticize,
and when she wanes,
we are not afraid
that the dark will remain forever.
No,
she will rise again
to show us hollow impressions
on her thick surface
and still, we will call her beautiful.