Bluesky

To see where the moon melts over the garden,or where the bats flit, or where the air sweetens

    with pollen and moth-frenzy, I recommend    a night walk to discern the perfect patch for it.

Under this glow, we could all use a distraction—dig with a silver shovel and choose colors that swoon

    and moan under our satellite: dusty pinks,    baby blue, lavender, white, and butter yellow gems

unfurl at dusk until dawn. Sometimes moonflowervining over trellis looks like a waterfall

    out of the corner of your eye. So many to choose from:    evening primrose, night-blooming jasmine, heliotrope,

tuberose, 4 o’clocks, lambs’ ear, astilbe, calla lily, white clematis,fairy candles, periwinkles, and you can even launch snowballs

    in summer with creamy oak hydrangeas. Turn off the hiss    and whirr from man-made lights and walk the night,

walk the grass, the fence line, let your boot crackle overpebble and stick bits. Careful if skunks shuffle over to see what

    all the fuss is about. Don’t tussle with weeds. If you set    your shovel down, skunks won’t bother you at all.

And on the off chance they do, at least the spray mightsizzle like stars. Bats swoop and fly erratic, but birds

    glide between wing flap—that’s how you can tell what    flutters across a lake moon. If you make a moon garden,

even the dark lapping of water under a duck-shush of wavewon’t be louder than the silver in your own bright yard.