Strange wonder

Last night the moon set in my lap.

I couldn’t smile because I felt as though

the soil had already parted for me,

so I held it in a kind of contemplation.

Strange wonders

often befall us on autumn nights,

when auburn plants regress their swell,

and nostalgia wakes you

for a long-passed term time-

But I couldn’t think of these things

when the moon balanced across my knees;

only of You