When we could no longer endure the oppressing darkness
we opened the shade even though
it was already past 9.
No hope of a welcoming sun for many hours yet.
And then we saw it
shining white like New Year’s Eve
the house next door.
Someone said it must be a generator
or maybe a lone explorer,
massive flashlight in hand.
But already one of us had ventured outdoors, beckoning the others.
“Look—a moon—a full moon.”
We stood then for several minutes outside the door
looking up at it
White and Full and Light.
And we breathed the moon that evening
like it was the air itself.
After a night of destruction
of floods washing the earth
and fire splitting the sky,
our curses were finally silenced.
For we loved the moon that night.