The evening was so hot I left the curtains apart

For the slightest whisper of air into the bedroom.

 

As I laid my head upon my pillow

I could clearly see the slender branches

Of two, huge trees on the street,

Creating from my bedside view

An almost perfect small circle

Sculpted by their different leaves.

It was lovely.

Through this port hole the grey-blue summer sky

Looked like a portal into space.

And with this enchanting thought

I fell asleep.

 

Much later, I stirred, perhaps from a dream,

And opened my eyes to the clear window.

In that precise, leafy frame

Was the brilliant half moon

Perfectly centred in the circle.

Like a craft work cut and pasted.

I couldn't believe it.

What were the odds!

 

But, even as I watched

Stunned with delight,

The Earth spun on its axis

Carrying the tree branches with it.

And me.

In mere minutes, maybe seconds,

The impossibly perfect vision shifted.

 

My Mind couldn't handle the 'Maths'.

I didn't want to know anyway.

I embraced the sheer Magic of it

Unchallenged.

With, as always, 'Thank you, God.'

Cynthia Buell Thomas, Oct., 2019