for showing you her full moon.
Thank the morning, the late afternoon,
for the long shadow
that makes you tall as your dreams.
Thank the schemes of twilight,
the novel and ancient ideas of streetlights
revealed in their glowing cones,
thank the bones of your ancestors
for the little you.
Thank the dewy flower,
the clock in the tower,
for not taking this moment.
Thank the sea for blue.
- Ralph Murre