Sometimes when I’ve been up all night,
The morning moon meets me at first light.
She stuck around as if to say,
“Appreciate this glorious day.”
Mirrored by water tranquil below,
Holding truths that deep down I know.
Full and round and luminous,
Presence confirming no need to rush.
Gentle, quiet and gracefully calm,
The morning moon, my worries’ balm.
Soliloquy on Imperfectionism 