swooning

you had me swooning

this morning, yes swooning,

right there in the driveway.

me, in my robe and slippers,

hair all bed-messy

sleep, still in my eyes.

i was innocently going out

to get the paper,

when you ambushed me.

how could i resist your silvery sliver

riding low in the sky like that,

barely clearing the treeline,

shining like all get out.

and the stars, oh...don't even

get me started on the stars!

alas, my rapture was interrupted

by the sound of

footfalls and heavy-breathing.

i was not alone as i supposed,

a jogger was approaching.

tell me, how does one

jog through beauty like this?

surely he is not oblivious

to the glory above.

surely i am not the first

moonstruck lady he's seen

standing in her yard

in the wee hours.

then i turned and ran, too...

for my camera!

-stacy wills (10/5/10)