the moon

He looks out the window
of the
car and marvels
at the moon. He calls to
it and
waves at it, with a smile. He doesn’t
know, yet, that a cow jumped over it
(though he will soon); or that man
walked on it; or that someday
“a moon” will
take on
an altogether different meaning. Now,
he just
marvels at the fact
that it is there and it is luminous
and that it brightens
where there
is mostly
darkness. He seems satisfied with
that, and well he should be.
He is two, he
is in a car at night for the first
time and he
has found a friend
that follows him along the road.
Would we all
be
so
lucky.