As usual,
I’ve been keeping track
of moon.
This filling,
I’ve noticed it
in the blue sky
as well as in night’s black.
So far,
its rising
is in the daylight hours.
So I wouldn’t have been surprised—
had I not been distracted
by goats and alpacas
eager for their evening treats—
to see moon
appear in her fullness
about 5:30 last evening.
Earth had rolled up,
the sun had disappeared in the west,
pinking the sky.
Moon caught a whiff
of pink
as she silently appeared
above the eastern horizon.


And I was caught by surprise—
gasping as I opened
the alpaca gate
and looked up,
my heart suddenly awakened;
my soul
one more time—
in beauty,