The computer light has drowned out the moonshine.
I’ve chased it throughout this dark new house, window to window
without bumping into sharp table corners
or stepping on Clyde the cat.
A soft grin was my companion as I gazed out of skylights
tucked into the cathedral ceiling.
Full moonlight poured into rectangular stepping stones
on the biscuit colored carpet.
I’d used every window on this floor. Ah – the hidden upstairs where the last skylight waits.
Lifting my robe I climb the ruddy wooden staircase and reach the secret skylight without a fumble.
Easier than in the daylight – it’s there.
Shining down on my computer desk. Soft full moonshine pouring its beauty into my home and
here onto my all too often forgotten means of writing. My computer.
I thank the moonshine. I am grateful for its pouring into my heart, hands and literally
into my words. I don’t need to wonder anymore why I’ve always been in awe of
moonshine’s effect on me. I believe it has led me to where I belong.
Here. As I drown out its glow and write about the same.