Returning From Taos

Tonight the half-moon is bright,
Shining like a perfect scepter
in the gift of black sky,

And across this small landscape
Gardens, projects, homeostases
Birth

I suppose finding home 
Is really about finding the pieces
Of internal peace, external peace

In some ways I was building home,
Criss-crossing the country in 
Ways that make sense to me
Collecting them

Brilliant, this half-moon,
Steady through the window's ellipse
and like a beacon --

Better yet, a streetlight,
Hovering skytime streetlight
On home's cosmic corners --
Here, it says, you
Assemble home.