Moon in the Window by Dorianne Laux

Moon in the Window

 

I wish I could say I was the kind of child

who watched the moon from her window,

would turn toward it and wonder.

I never wondered. I read. Dark signs

that crawled toward the edge of the page.

It took me years to grow a heart

from paper and glue. All I had

was a flashlight, bright as the moon,

a white hole blazing beneath the sheets.