Reflected Light

The moon, low and full
over the cool white of the plaza,
casts my shadow in the yard,
catches the flashing on
a neighbor’s house,
draws my eye to a
tree’s silhouette, and
summer stars above
in a sky more blue than black.
Light and shadow, so much
seen with reflected light.
A low hum, machines and crickets.
My breaths are deep, in
the crisp night—
air so clear and inviting
that I could run,
slip through it effortlessly.