A Sugar Moon

We turn on the oven,
Whose timer has clocked

Countless hours of

Bread rising 

(Sometimes falling) 

Cakes expanding 

Sweet aromas filling 

The space we’ve shared 

Here together

 

We gather

Flour, salt, eggs, sugar

Check.

 

The empty measuring cup 

Waits patiently 

To become full

 

Then at once, 

Our cup overflows

And a sugary crescent

Gets left behind

 

A sugar moon,

You call it

(Also, the last full moon

Before spring)

 

And I know that 

All our sugar moons will 

Become scattered 

Like memories

And get swept up, but as you

Come into your own

Springtime

I wish I could save this moon. Forever,

I want to remember 

The sweetness of this season

With you