It was almost a Now Moon the other evening, but the crescent was rocked a bit back to south.
Does it matter if almost now is a little in the past or a little in the future?
I find that it doesn’t matter, except that the too-many sorrows of the decades cannot be forgotten.
But they are only background – separate from now.
They don’t color or influence now, except as instructions, to be followed or not, for present behavior. Although the sorrows are not now, sometimes they feel like always.
The answer to the almost now question is; “Always”.
That beautiful Now Moon orange crescent is “Always”.

Are you trying to **** me with a windfall limb?
Help me fly a kite?
Push me down a city block even if I don’t want to go that way?
Will you blow my love to me?
Blow them away?
But thanks for making so much kindling available.

I often mistake those pin oak leaves
That you push across the road,
Now East, now West,
For skittering rodents,
Cute ones, terrified of being run over,
Like toads in a Spring rain.
Brown brittle leaves, done growing but still running.

You don’t care, you have no imagination.
Yet you can remove, by mindless bluster,
The common - all too common sorrow
From us thoughtful human fools
If we dare to face you,
Spread our quiescent wings,
And let go.