Moonrise

Moonrise 

Have you ever sat for the moonrise
searched for her 
as the sun said its goodbyes?
Is she tiptoeing across the sky 
or am I the one dancing around her glow?
She's patient
steady
present
as if she already knows this darkness
is all her own.
Whole face lighting up this night
moon rising 
in this evening sky
tonight. 

Poem by Robyn Comfort