God's Pocket

Walking home with groceries in the cold
January dark that starts at four, our
six-year old pulls at my glove and points
at the brilliant, semicircular moon.

Look! he shouts
It's poking out of God's pocket!

We laugh. So it is. And the earth? I ask.
(Ambitious is a mother's pride.)

Well, it's a big coat! he reasons flawlessly.
We're all inside.

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Poem based on actual event. Photo courtesy of NASA -- doesn't our planet look peaceful from that distance?
Readers, thanks for all your posts this week. I've enjoyed reading them.