WAXING GIBBOUS
Sitting in my writing chair
illuminated by a single candle
and light from a waxing gibbous moon
penetrating my office window.
This would work for an hour or so
until the earths rotation
required my own rotation.
Light enough to pen a few more lines.
I contemplated
how much light
was truly needed to do
the work I wanted to do…
I prefer natural light,
the candle being my only give,
until I grab the nearest flashlight
to make my way to bed.
Copyright © John Valasco | Year Posted 2024
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