it was the moon, yesterday
when I took out the trash
and the night felt like velvet
a thumbnail moon, floating
aloof in the sable sky
the illuminated crescent
smiling in this lost place
I stood there with my garbage
reflecting on how the moon
still takes my breath away
even after all these decades
even after sorrow unmade me
then remade me
even on a night when I worry
about the fate of the world