Walk along the road,
The road that every day seems
Slightly more familiar.
Dark, but not too dark
To walk without tripping
On the gravel.
Look up.
I see the moon
Covered by clouds
And brightening them
With its magnificence.
Stand for a moment.
Stop and soak it in.
I stand, for a minute
Entranced in the beauty.
Then I run and tell the others
-A. Schardl
1999