A sonnet. Written by ChatGPT (GPT), not by John; supplied 2026-10-08 as a five-slide set. Parent: Poems
This morning's moon, a silver thread of light,
Hung pale above the waking streets below;
I wondered who else watched it fade from sight,
And where their thoughts, beneath its crescent, go.
Perhaps a stranger, half a world away,
Looked up with joy, or lifted eyes through tears;
Perhaps a friend, beginning their new day,
Found in its light the echo of past years.
And did you see it too, and briefly pause,
With thoughts that neither time nor distance tell?
Or wonder who, beneath that silver gauze,
Might watch the moon, and wish another well?
For all we leave unspoken, still we share
One moon, one sky, and thoughts that wander there.
Slides
Slides (SVG, 1600×900) — redrawn 2026-10-08 from John's photo: crescent with earthshine, twilight sky, overhead catenary
