Last night we walked home with Dona Meche who perambulates with a gentle swaying gait and speaks softly of peaceful things.
We clasped hands behind her, and held a home between ten knuckles and two glinting rings.
"La luna es muy bonita." We looked up to see the shining spirit hanging brilliant in the dark,
Spinning smoothly upward, spilling with a brightness it does not contain.
And I thought -- as the earth made yet another revolution around the sun --
Mi esposa, la luna.
