From “And Don’t Come Back”, from 2021.
Moonrise
The first time it is
the getting off the ground
The second time
it’s the flight that matters
You
the gray moon
your dusted-off complexion
and your laugh
your wild mood and your hurry
Trailing streaks of ashy snow
you tear across the sky
You fly.
12/14/20
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Oh yes, she does. Wonderful.
Thank you. I am hoping that in my next life I am some kind of creature who can fly. Moon or bird or insect or uknown alien being yet to be defined to me, I’ll try any of it.
You always capture that magical quality of the moon in your poems about it.
Thank you. Well, you know, I can remember lying in bed in the bedroom I shared with my sister at our “old house” (which means I was about 4 or so) and seeing the moonlight come in the window on to the bed, and feeling the moon particularly was watching over me. I think I have not lost that even all these years later.