Tonight at dusk we lounge in lawn chairs,
watch the moon rise over the back fence,
pale light caressing the blooms
of garden flowers, stroking them to sleep
the way a parent lulls a reluctant child
to rest. My glass of wine deepens to black,
sparkles of Orion twinkle the surface.
I drink the night sip by sip as the rabbits
come out, long teeth snipping the fronds
of carrots. We watch, hushed by the moon,
drunk on the shadows, waiting for stars
to call us home.