My vegetable garden is lovely
in the pale light of the Moon.
The light, of course, really comes from the Sun,
it reaches across the depths of outer space
to then touch the surface of the Moon,
perhaps on Neil Armstrong’s footprints,
and from there this same light reflects down
to my tomato plants here on Earth.
Moonrise over Putah Creek,
A family to love - a place to belong.
Fully present at 64 years old.
How lovely, this moonlight.