For a moment the city is still,
the rush of cars silent,
the air full of silence, holding
as we hold this second, we stop this second.
A towee stops, too, on the back stoop
and the cat, stealthy, climbs the steps to watch,
careful.
Then the feathered one flies past the cat.
We are waiting for the appearance -
the Blue Moon -
to show itself above the houses,
the lush summer trees,
to hold still for a moment
as we hold our breath.
---Mary Elyn Bahlert, 8/2024
photo by Mary Elyn Bahlert, 8/24
Waiting for the Blue Moon
