between you, me, and moon

above kitchen windows

a soft silver moon hums her devotion

waning westward on stage of Seattle sky

gravity her lover, enchanting in this light

beneath solar siren 

subtle rattle springs in a seussian saucer

a cut wood cupboard sighs her matronly knowing

and cool granite attaches its attention

from proximate paths

footsteps patter on cascadian timber

oakwood settles, wise from the wither

odd toes salute and fingertips fold open

obedient hinges oblige

you got to the caramel ones first

but I’m just happy to be in your orbit