we wait for you
moon
only a glimpse captured
so far
while walking the dog
and we had to dare traffic
walk into the street
and peer around a tree
to see a sliver of
fingernail
painted red like it’s date night
only an hour left
before you begin to recede
and you’re not high enough
to see
and my binoculars
are no better than
regular eyes
until you cooperate
Words and Feathers 
refreshing take on an event experienced by so many
I forgot to add that the last line really gives that punch for an ending. we so often see the moon just as some celestial body floating by. ‘cooperation’ says so much, embodies the moon with the power it has.
Thanks very much. I’m always waiting for nature to cooperate, I think. Never does any good to force it.