Full of the Moon
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

Near the edge of the brush along the path
there are flattened places where the deer
must have hunkered down for the night, after
eating their fill of corn.

What do you dream about—if you dream at all?
If you do, I hope you don’t have nightmares
involving bears, or the hypnotizing high-beams
of a fast-approaching car.

I hope your dreams are filled with vast
stretches of fields far away from the roads,
unencumbered by factories, shopping malls,
and houses.  I hope you dream of grazing
all night beneath the stars, your hearts full of the moon.