I thought about looking at the moon tonight—
heard it was special,

blue,
the color of veins under white skin,

full, 
as if pregnant

with everyone’s tides.
I didn’t open my door.

I didn’t walk outside.
Just knowing it hung there waiting

was enough for me.

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Charlene Stegman Moskal is a Teaching Artist for the Las Vegas Poetry Promise Organization. She is published in numerous anthologies, print and online magazines including: “Inkfish Magazine”, “Calyx”, and “Mslexia”. Her chapbooks are “One Bare Foot”, (Zeitgeist Press), “Leavings from My Table”, (Finishing Line Press),“Woman Who Dyes Her Hair”, (Kelsay Books), and a full poetry collection, “Running the Gamut”, (Zeitgeist Press). Most days she is writing in her studio while her three dogs nap in an overstuffed armchair.