i saw the moon

Warming up on the couch—

Listening to stories of metal crows on the television—

I bent my neck backwards at what should be an impossible angle to talk to my cat,

And caught a glimpse of the waxing gibbous moon in an apparent starless sky through the window.

I felt like, for the first time, I saw the edges of its craters, captive in a thick slice of cheese,

Framed in the blackness of the void of space, like in those photos when craft are within spitting difference of the thing!

For the first time, I saw, for what it was,

Sunlight,

Reflected off the surface of the scarred porcelain face of Diana!

A gift of beaming, in the night, from the day—

Cold.

An ice cube in a flat drink.

I bent my neck backwards and thanked the light pollution 

For a sip of my favorite kind of illumination.