10:11 a.m. Last night I laid in my hammock looking up at the sky while the sun set. As it got dark I could see the shiny silver crescent moon, partially cloaked by clouds. It was beautiful.

For the Crescent Moon
by Michelle Garren-Flye

Are you falling?
I know that feeling.
shedding bits of yourself
and wondering, what will the end be like?

Did you see the bat
wings beating the wind?
Keen beacon pierces the darkness
and serves as your trusted guide.

Did you hear the owl
hooting his welcome?
Guardian and keeper of the night,
his greeting cradles you in your flight.

Are you smiling?
I remember that feeling.
A bit of a crack and your soul
shines through like daylight.

10:35 a.m. That one was totally off-the-cuff. I truly had no idea what I was going to write when I sat down today. I like it, for what it is. A little rhyme. A little form. A lot of imagery.