The moon

rounded in fullness

reminds me

to release my belly

let my mouth

gape in wild laughter

savor the splendor

of wrap-around hugs

get wide-eyed

at footsteps in the snow

and mysteries of the backyard

blow bubbles in the sea

howl upon biting into a peach

let the juice dribble

refuse to clear the sink

as heaven is in the living room.

The moon reminds me

what it felt like

to be milk drunk

in the arms of my mother;

thirty years later

I finally remember how

to release my belly

and laugh.