A slight fog

on the first chill night

in September

hangs a light haze

around a bright moon

just past its fullness.

There is still

enough glow

to show the full shape

of the locust

growing outside

the bathroom window.

I look out

from the second floor

studying the silhouette,

fascinated

by the interweaving

of space and shadow

like someone

with enough

of a notion of God

to know

that to acknowledge

Presence

is not the same

as claiming

Comprehension.

I have never

touched the moon

but I am convinced

that it

is much greater

than the tree.

H. Arnett

9/15/11