Under the Two Thirds Moon

Discover a pouch
of tobacco left by a traveler
and roll a cigarette
without the shape
of experience.
Smoke a third
and think about
how maybe this is
what poets do
(you have known
many) – some
use words,
or wisdom,
or simply spend
their hours
beauty making
beneath this moon
on a dimmer
as the light returns,
disappears
and returns again.