Awake in the middle of the night
at an undetermined hour,
the analog clock invisible
in the darkened bedroom,
I glanced out between the slats
of the window shade and watch
the waning moon play hide
and seek with clouds that promise
needed rain and then decided
we weren’t worthy of their effort.
Mars sat nearby doing nothing,
that itself a commentary of sorts.
I crawled back beneath the covers
rolled onto my side and wondered
if the moon would visit my dreams
and just what shape and costume
she would wear if she did so.