The Door of Heaven

The door of Heaven

opens one tiny crack

revealing not the moon

but a single star

close to where 

by my reckoning

the moon should be.

I know my night skies.

I remember the Gulf —

lying back on the deck

of the trailer-sailor,

awed by a sky wide open

displaying not only moon 

but every star

and the travelling satellite

tiny and pale,

the fine web

of the Milky Way

in intricate detail, and sweet

familiar constellations.

Now I am sheltered 

by mountains, tucked

in a blanket of cloud. 

A door begins to open.

Journalling my relationship with the moon: 9

30 Poems in 30 Days: 4, a door opening or closing

Included in the book, THREE CYCLES OF THE MOON