by Laurie Koensgen

— for Lucas

My son, just two,
is fixed on a full moon
at his bedroom window:

      It won’t come down.

He can’t will it to move,
to bounce into his room, so he can
know what kind of ball it is
and how it feels
to hold it in his palms.

I remember this
twenty five years on,
an hour before he’s headed

bouncing from things grasped
to the unknown.

And I can’t hold him.

— from Juniper Volume 5, Issue 1