puffy white sails of cumulus clouds
our day moon lingers — just for a while
passage lanes cut through blue velvet skies
hardly noticed by high noon
yet found in full view — travelers
playing among blue-indigo fields
where the moon wins out in a round of hide-and-seek
surprise — no chase necessary
hunted down during daylight
along tree line, tops of cedars and pines
skyday moon floating along an invisible path
horizons bending into shadows
rising and setting — day moons
grace our blue-sky days
absent sometimes — by choice
as it stops to rest
beneath the earth’s many lands
called back for story and rhyme
of afternoon naps and childhood dreams