OK.
To follow that incredibly long poem.
I have an incredibly short poem.
So we were blessed to be outside under a moon,
and had a reading this week.
Some of you were with us.
Were you with us?
Yeah.
OK.
This is a moon poem.
And it actually is a moon poem written in Italy
because I was in Italy.
Don't be too jealous, but I was in Italy.
And I saw two full moons rise in the mountains,
and it was just so stunning.
I was there long enough to see two full moons.
OK.
So the other night reminded me of this
because there's something that happens to us.
And this is how I understand it.
And this is also a part of a number of poems,
I write that all have the same title.
And that title is, The Way We Love Something Small.
The way we love something small.
Moon glow in the saddle of mountains, a golden eye opening.
Now we who watch Giizis rising fill, we too
grow round with being seen.
And all week we've been growing round, by seeing one another
and being seen.
[APPLAUSE]