Same moon

It is important to note the common reference points, one place to another.  Here in Florida I found the moon and the blue jay.  I had forgotten the blue jay is here in the winter as well as living in the Midwest snows.  I remember the return of the blue jay after the West Nile virus decimation.  They make me smile with their raucous can*t miss it presence.  Blue jays are not passive birds.  The moon.... well... it is the moon.  It glows on the just and unjust and all of us caught in the middle.

The same moon

I know in Chicago

Shone through

The slats on the mini-blind

Last night:

Lined and bright

Moonlit stripes on my arm

Until my eyes

Finally closed.

I slept clear through

Time for church.

Last night

The very same moon

Shone full and clear

With stripes,

Reminded me

I have seen it

At home.

This morning at breakfast

The blue jay

Called and jeered

Just like

Every Illinois and Minnesota blue jay,

Hopped along the fence,

Told me

He Is every blue jay

I have ever known

And more.