early dawn,
today,
there was a
chemical reaction
in the sky.
the stars dimmed
and swirled
around with the air,
and gravity,
and invisible
dispersed light;
instead of the sun,
it made a moon.
a morning moon
in a morning sky —
an extraordinary
detail on a
normal day,
when everyone
slept in a little
longer. and
the birds quietly
dusted the dew
off their wings.
i stood
at the balcony;
toothpaste breath,
achy bones;
in this little
otherworldly
mistake
of light,
wondering
if everything
is always a little
made-up.
if all truth i know
is a bit of a lie.
that this entire
reality
is actually
imagination.
wondering
if i should
wake someone up
to show them
this magic.
wondering
if this will
all go away
the moment
i choose to
tell somebody.