Last night I sat on the slope of the yard
on grass still warm from the day
in that twilight zone just before dark
and silently waited for the full moon
to float out from behind the hill
to climb that lone fir
that stretches up so tall
it almost scrapes the sky
and that the moon
barely escapes getting caught in
before it rises over the valley
to spend the rest of the night
traversing the length of.