The moon is still in the sky as the sun comes up over the Judean mountains.
She doesn’t move doesn’t want to take her eyes off the moon. She wants to see exactly how it disappears to uncover mysteries like water that doesn’t boil while watched children grown when you turn around and parents aging.
Birds fly past it.
People and buses drive along.
The alarm clock rings again.
Maybe it was bigger seconds ago.
She’s sorry she hasn’t gotten around to getting her glasses fixed so she could see what was eating away at the sides of the morning moon.
The dryer needs to be turned on so no one will be late.
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