Last night just before I wound down for bed I walked outside in search of the moon. I cheered on seeing fireflies. I studied our tall trees. My mind stretched beyond the fields. I noted the windows of our house, but no moon was yet visible.

Standing outside
staring at a tree
gentles our eyes

We cheer
to see fireflies
winking again

Where have our friends been
all the long hours?
Minds stretching

beyond the field
become
their own skies

Windows   doors
grow more
important

Look through a word
swing that sentence
wide open

Kneeling outside
to find
sturdy green

glistening blossoms
under the breeze
that carries us silently

–Naomi Shihab Nye, excerpt from Every day as a wide field, every page