Once, I was enthralled by full-moons,
the epic pie in the sky smiling down,
so bright, this night

But now I know it is the waxing
that tickles me, the build-up, the promise,
the Coming

The countdown to the epic pie
is so many more nights of hope,
anticipation, than just the One

I am not a fan of the waning

cc: Chagall 2021