Moon Puddle

From where I stood today
And looked at my children,
I wished I could add and subtract.

But walking tonight,
Half moon to my back,
A sudden rain of gratitude fell.

Happiness welled up in me,
Bursting through the dark,
Reaching to meet the rain.

Turning toward moonlight,
Love dissolved my arithmetic
And overflowed

Till I stood in a perfect puddle
Looking at the half moon
Knowing it full.

Nancy Hover
June 2005