Outside the window, a crescent moon. Inside,
curled naked on dark bedsheets, she is
a pale crescent in the dim light.
All of the Moon is there, mostly unseen.
She is all there and all seen.
Islam’s holiest month of fasting during days,
broken by iftar community dinners after sunset
and prayers. One Hafiz who has memorized
the Quran recites a segment to all.
Sighting the crescent moon begins the month.