I stood on the porch
outside our rented cabin
in the mountains
smoking a cigarette.
I looked up
at the foggy sky
wishing
I could see the stars.
Then for a moment
a break, a glimpse
a tantalizing ten seconds
of the full and shining moon.
I wondered
who else was looking up
during this brief
sliver of time.
Who else
saw the moon I saw
perhaps no one
no one at all.
And the thought
did not fill me
with loneliness or ennui
but a deep and abiding comfort.
For a moment
it was just the mountain
the forest, the moon
and me.
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