the same moon
that shone in the New
Mexico sky, shimmering
into silvery existence
in a tray of Ansel Adams’ developer

the same moon that illuminated
the apples of Eden,

the same moon that shines upon my
lover in Bolinas

that inspired poet-monks
to drink and write

the same moon that rose for the goddesses and heroes

climbs the sky
above the bay

outside my door.

 

–Drew Dellinger

July 13, 2011