August Moon

after Mary Oliver

simply sublime

   full august moon

ascends gradually

   at the foot of my street

over the bay

   where I walk on cooled grass

after a hot day

   a man with a telescope

shows me it’s bright

   orange glow magnified

i run up my hill

   to fetch my husband

walk with him down

   to our bay

reflected by moonlight

   in placid water

all the day’s worries

   melt with the shine

in his eyes

   as we witness

this shared delight

   squeezed softly

from the frenzy that subsides

   for a timeless moment

in a rushed summer life

   we had forgotten

to look, to listen

   to a whispered song of grace

right here for us

   to inhale