on the eve of Brian’s birthday

the moon was full

when we left our favorite restaurant

after a pre-birthday drink

i thought it was dawn

the night was so light

the smokey white dish

so bright in the sky

moving like a slow rolling ball

i wanted to chase and grab it

there was a poem i could hear

in my mind but could not recite

when we got home i googled

moon poems but could not find it

did my memory trick me

or perhaps there is a moon poem

that wants me to give birth to it

render it as luminous

 

as that round disk in the sky

almost obliterating all other stars

warming our hearts to appreciate

what’s before and cherish our time

together