i walk to the top of the lane, blue sky coloring

as the sun sets, i make two marks—one near, one far

so i will know true west as it is the equinox

at the moment the moon is directly south

a half moon cut sharply, its uncurving edge

pointing precisely earthward bisecting my country road

between the moon and sunset and time of year

it is a convergence of celestial mechanics

it doesn't matter where west is in my day-to-day

and a southern half-moon comes monthly

and blue skies are omnipresent, if sometimes veiled

but altogether it is worth noting, and i do note

sky, moon, setting sun, country road, man

earth's rotation, time passing—kind of elemental

9/23/15 autumn equinox