The Waxing Gibbous Moon’s Visit

Who left the moon on last night? In the night, I woke up wondering who was shining a light through my window so late. A few hours earlier – around midnight – it was the flashing lights and sirens of police cars, ambulances and fire trucks. Brooklyn, Friday night. I pulled back the curtains and saw the moon, clear and constant. The moonlight’s path came through the sky, through the wild mulberry tree behind the house, through the iron bars that gate the windows, through the window pane and the sheer curtains. Continue reading “The Waxing Gibbous Moon’s Visit”