Before

Before I was here at the kitchen table
thinking of something to write,
and getting tangled up with thoughts
of the moonlight filling in the shadows
of the back porch railing, 


and deciding to go exploring for the moon,
which wasn't at all hard to find,
as she was centerstage in the sky--
heavy and full and almost perfect
bathing the fields and shallow ponds
with her rich, silvery light.


Before I was here at the kitchen table
thinking of something to write, I was asleep, 
my son curled up next to me,
murmuring a dream.