One time when my young son saw the moon in daylight
he named it flatly. Moon. And did not even point but with his eyes
until I said, Where?
————-—So faint. Such a sliver. Quiet
astonishment. We played a game that morning pretending
we could reach it. I can touch it, he said. Got some,
and he put his small hand into that even smaller corduroy pocket
fit only for a coin, a button, the lost or found.
All day I bet he went around forgetting he had it
but he has it.
Allison Seay is the recipient of fellowships from the Ruth Lilly Foundation, NEA, and Civitella Ranieri Foundation. She is the author of a book of poems, To See the Queen (Persea).
Photo by Nuria Hernandez on Unsplash
