by John K. Kruschke
Looking east before sunrise I like to
see the slender crescent moon (sky haiku
so abbreviated it is only
an opening parenthesis, holy
punctuation setting aside last night’s
constellations, planets, and satellites
as mere afterthoughts like the Milky Way,
which justify staying living for today).
From The Orchards Poetry Journal, Winter 2024, p. 115 (see PDF).