under the slight eye
of a crescent moon
an aspiring father
wonders-
for he knows
as soon as spring is here
so too- summer is already gone,
to know he is tasked to teach-
this among other truths-
but one can only prepare, one
for the wilderness ahead,
protect and incubate
in just time-
for the father is only-
human as well,
travelling through
his own time-
(looking skyward now)
of all the wisdom
of a sun enlightened moon
can not impart the tale
of a billion years
or even, just, one.