Eastend: New Moon

 
Woke at 4:55 a.m.
Starting reading a mystery on my phone
Until 6 a.m.
Decided life is too short
For gruesome occult thrillers
Even well-written ones and sent it back
To the library from whence it came
Partly-read but as with coffee, tea and wine
True love, bread, cheese and books
Loyal friends, kind strangers and ice-cream
Life is too short for pale artificial imitations
Of the real deal
Accept no substitutions
Forge on for quality, inside and out

Up high the New Moon means
It’s dark, yes, but also the time to start
New projects, indoor tomatoes, a poem