peeking at the light of the moon

Maurice Kaehler
May 27, 2023


She has finished her two fried eggs.

And I my chicken burger.

She has relaxed.

Me too.

Judith smiles.

So did I.

Her features have softened.

Mirroring my own.

I place a period at the end of a sentence.

We are tired. We talked about our mutual fatigue.

I have a doctors appointment at 1:15.

The train stops.

We have run out of things to say.

We look into each others eyes silently.

Hers are brown.

Mine are blue.

We are “there”

Enjoying a quiet gaze of sparkle and life.

We are meeting again.

I think, “What do I do?”

Like I am caught peeking at the light of the moon.

I drop my eyes

Surprised at my own shyness.



Maurice Kaehler

Comprehensivist, Writer, and Systems Thinker/Healer. My experience is my sutra and my body is my prayer.