Land and sea kindle outside

the glass pane window, full moon

sweeps in her pregnant form, tugs

 

at the tide, casts far-reaching umbra

of the alder tree’s branch, the rusted bird- house,

the neighbor’s planked fence,

 

against the weather-worn southern wall

of the house. Inside, the aberration

of hum, the vibrational

 

glow of the Milky Way projects, spins

against the ceiling, the fixed North Star

blanketed in star dust, glow in the dark

 

plastic constellations orbit the space

from their fixed position. In the corner,

a galaxy hoodie drapes over a chair.

 

The daughter and her cat sleep soundly,

stellar storms and storylines cross valleys,

summit peaks in aimless dreams, write

 

horoscopes in the comet’s tail of slumber.

Here in the quiet hush, a syzygy of moon,

terra and child.

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