By a fire

I am sitting by a fire in

my back yard looking at the

plants, the trees, lit only by the

fire in this flickering moment of delight,

and then I glance up amazed at the moon,

a crescent in the sky, without its full moon

force and surrounded by the stars, so distant,

so far, but so close in this moment small and

large as I ponder alone with crackling wood and

reddened coals in the silence of this still and lucid night.