I was gifted
my first moon flower pods
at a seed exchange.

The concept was novel
at the time and much appreciated
in a small  cabin on the ridge

built with wood from an old goat barn
and reclaimed windows  
the sun poured in as if to bless those that partook.  

I selected a species I had never grown and sought advice  
on planting and cultivating the treasured vessels
anxious to place in earth.  

Opening the small envelope
I frowned when I saw shriveled specimens poured  
into my hand.  My friend told me to soak overnight,  

make sure to plant \so they trellised upwards  
 to create a nocturnal canopy of white pollinator blooms,
elegant like sister bridesmaids.