Morning Moon

Photo by Jacqueline Dooley

I saw it when the celestite sky
was brightening, a wraith
fading against the almost dawn
an accusatory moon
willing me to see it
before turning toward the new day
lingering, ghostly and proud
as the horizon blushed
a hint of rose against lapis
and the morning stole the moon
I recognized myself, then
disappearing, irrelevant
swallowed by the bluing sky