The pearl slapdash of the moon is on the water
here in my corner of the universe.
A huge place its size is completely belied by this
relatively narrow sliver I can see.
How many people I wonder are watching
this same beam I eye
only from a different perspective.
I think of you often grandmother
and more so on clear moonlit nights such as this.
The offhanded manner you loved me in
as a matter of course, like breathing,
of course it had to happen. I hear the moon song
you sang in homage to the light stream that
captivated us, driving or wherever it caught us.
What I wonder tonight as I sit basking,
awash in our pearlescent moon glow
in my corner of the universe, is
if in your corner, is your countenance
likewise awash and therein imbued with thoughts
memories of how much I loved you back.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #13, smoke a dubie. Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.