mooning
in his toddler language “moo” means “moon,”
moreover, he wants to look at the moon,
so outside we go to see
the moon waxing gibbous,
illuminating the edges of night-velvet clouds
content, he looks longer than I had expected–
it’s late,
and my voice stupidly breaks his silence
with a story about the moon using clouds as a blanket,
but he’s not fooled by my subliminal bedtime messaging
and doesn’t respond,
so I shut up
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)
and in the quiet
emerges a reverence
for his wonder–
it’s him, not the moon, I watch
until he blinks away
and sighs,
sated,
and so am I
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Lovely how you capture those precious moments.