you are your own moon
to rise and fall
in exceptional time
sometimes to dress
in a gown of cloud
torn at the edges in
an upward climb
unwilling to show
both sides at once
a sidereal dance
in a sequined sky
you will outdistance
what doesn’t matter
like a mime amongst
cacophonous chatter
outshine the stars
that never ask why
and when night is done
and folded away

you are your own sun
for another day