I looked up as I walked
to the car (for the second
time in five minutes) and noticed
for the first time
the ring around the moon.
Maybe it means
something, maybe a mariners
adage I read once, a Native
American symbol. A Farmer's
Ring around the moon:
A halo, a refraction of light. Some think
it warns of an unsettled season.
I step to our kitchen, sink full of lidded cups
and small spoons, husband asleep
in bed, my side blank and waiting
and tilt on my axis.
A speck on a rock, looking up at the moon.