Gibbous

Someone offered me

A moon calendar

On new year’s eve 

For the year ahead

I waxed and waned

Then declined

Preferring to be startled

By the moon’s presence 

Its absence too

In the night sky

It might just be a phase

I told them

Looking up yesterday 

To find the moon howling

Full among the clouds

I thought if the future is known

Charted and drawn 

Tethered and spinning

Let it not be known to me

Ahead of time