Sunrise

Friday morning

another sleepless night

I wake up

Jackie is out of bed

she is taking pictures

of a skinny, yellow crescent moon

rising over Ramshorn Peak

it’s her favorite moon

I can’t see it from where I lie

on my back at the head of the bed

she really wants me to see it

I think at first it’s too much trouble

but we go for it

Jackie lifts me onto the side of the bed

she puts the gait belt on me

drags me to the foot of the bed

flings my legs around

onto a pillow she has placed

over the foot board

she opens all the blinds

I lean back

look behind my shoulder

Jackie holds me up

keeping me from falling over

I glimpse through the tall chokecherry tree

out our bedroom window

the golden crescent moon rising over the mountains

as the sun rises behind it

the moon turns white

and fades into the blue sky