I snapped a quick picture of the buds emerging
on this bare tree at a neighborhood park,
not realizing that a sliver of the moon
was dangling just above the branches;
close enough to touch
while being thousands of miles away.
Soon, at precisely the right moment,
 those buds will begin to burst open,
the blue sky will fade into night,
that mini moon will rise up above us.
We’ll all drift off to dream land
envisioning a brighter and better tomorrow,
reaching for wisdom from the great beyond,
sleeping soundly as the world changes around us.
It all works like clockwork
with a bit of magic tossed in
and pops up like warm toast in the morning.