December Supermoon

The night she died was a supermoon
the largest full moon of the year

And since then,
that same moon has emptied
on schedule, from left to right
4 whole times

It’s a part of nature I feel like I can still count on

Although that night sky is a distortion–
some stars have already burned out,
their light is just late in reaching us
from so far away

It’s still comforting, though,
a reminder that I have no true sense
of time and space in my earthly form

I bought a picture of the exact night sky
as seen from Sandy Hook, Connecticut
the night her soul left my body

Sometimes I find myself
just sitting on the kitchen floor
staring up at it

I smile sadly, point to it, and say,
“I used to live there.”