Habit

Last night when my work was done,
And my estranged hands
Were becoming mutually interested
In such forgotten things as pulses,
I looked out of a window
Into a glittering night sky.

And instantly
I began to feather-stitch a ring around the moon.

This poem is in the public domain.  Published in Poem-a-Day on November 2, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.