Almost is near enough
In waking Galilee –
The post-full moon is still a pearl
Above the laving sea.
This version of the bead
Forgoes periphery –
Though nothing but a waning strand
Has slipped from what we see.
Diminishment begins
In gentle increments
That teach us how to say “Good bye”
When darkness implements
A temporary loss –
A temporal farewell –
Until perimeter of Sun
Repairs the waxen shell.
(5 April 2009, BYU, Provo, Utah)
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I wrote this poem in answer to a question: "What do you call the moon the night after it is full?"
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