Just a Sliver

Mornings are beautiful, even the gray, rainy ones.

Saturday morning, I left to go to a little

swim meet, and stepped out into a cool day,

with the sun just beginning to nudge its way over

the tree line. It was still inky black

and a sliver of moon rested its bottom

on a wisp of passing cloud, just below the

remaining stars. I stood at the bus stop and marveled

at it all. If I didn't get up early to swim

I'd never have gotten to see this wonderful,

starry morning.