Full moon, October 1968
couldn't get comfortable —
I crept out of my bedroom
and down the hall to the living room
to turn on the stereo, gently, quietly
WNEW FM "underground radio" from
New York City
Rosko, the DJ, his deep voice purring
the words
"Here's Dave Van Ronk,
Both Sides Now."
And I sat in the near dark —
stereo lights
the glow of the full moon
coming through 3 large windows
I sat
holding the full moon of my belly
and I heard the words of the song
Words that reached right into me and
I cried
so quietly
so gratefully
the moon my only witness
