Memory of Moonlight

 Memory of Moonlight

Went to close the curtains.

Looked out upon the glowing snow,

The light of the waxing moon.

Moonlight, they say, causes us to sleep less,

Perhaps a throw-back, a cell memory, 

Of our existence for thousands of years,

Pre-electric light.

When light from the moon extended our time,

Our time to hunt, to gather, to survive.

If true, to close the curtains will not close out the memory.

The memory of the moonlight is in me.