snapshot.

driving home i saw the moon, foggy orange and iridescent yellow,
attempting to break away from the interlocking cloudscape.
it's hard to drive and stare up at the same time.
but, i'll risk an accident for this moment. mystery, and
beauty; raindrops brush my face when i step outside.
it's impossible not to see it, to see this, for what it is.
i stand alone, yet, all the while surrounded by immensity,
wandering photographs with only one author to praise,
photographs that will never be captured, or explained.