january has come
undone,
just this moment
when we saw
a big moon, swinging
by my front door
soft like cotton candy
and as hard as a tough heart
it never gasped in surprise
when we touched
its crescent, ever so gently
but its gentle quiver
woke him up, just in time
to quickly swing by up in sky
to his usual place among the stars.
a moment of happiness
it really was
when january, came undone
