watery moon

i am gazing out the window at a slice of the san francisco bay, lit bright reflecting a moon just eight days old.
i find it difficult, try as i may, to not have a profound feeling of general hope in the face of moments of beauty like this. don’t worry, i am not “getting religion”. just feeling closer to a timeline of broader scope.
oh, the moment passed quickly. i looked out the window again and the angle of incidence of the moon on the water has changed. the reflection is gone. i was busy writing about it, rather than enjoying it, and it slipped away.
the poetic morphs to prosaic far too quickly. oh hold on. now the moon has nestled itself into some thin clouds, and is more heavenly than before. i am now going to just sit here and take it in, then bring the memory to bed as the seed of my dreams.