Those parts in me, quietly unified.

What is seen, shining radiant

in the eyes of men,

I have seen too.

 

Yet, at half moon,

it reflects in me,

the totality appreciated,

unseen and not showy.

 

Whilst that smile still graces

an awakening morning,

you scrape a car window

with mitten hands.

 

White and manilla brown envelopes

tossed on the passenger seat.

Food, medicines to get in town

and accounts to settle, at the vet.

 

Drove back, avoiding the checkout temptations,

with cream, a little treat, a fond greeting.

So, that seen, in the unseen crescent this morning,

tonight more silver, riches in heaven.