Of Ordinary Daylight and Profundity Its Moon

One of those dawns in which the sun
Appears to chase the moon and burn

It to nothing, like candle wax
Evaporating into sky.

The moon moves faster, but its ghost
Will be gone long before sundown.

Maybe, before it goes, it will
Reappear, white crescent shadow

Against darker afternoon blue.
A day with so little to do—

The day, I mean, not the people
Naming, dating, and doing it,

As people will do. Just the day—
It has to start, get brighter, fade,

Until, like people, it can go.
The wind blows, its usual trick,

Suggesting something important,
Some profound change will happen soon.

Profundity—our little moon,
There and gone, back this afternoon.