This poem, from my book of poems in progress, Notes of Awe, explores what opens up for us when we put down some of the things we carry. Moonlighting In time, if we put down what doesn’t need to be carried or defended, the want for greatness thins to a mist that lets us settle into all that is opened by truly being here. And we can stop rehearsing when the totality of life pulls the stitches from our heart. Now the moon spills its milky light on the far slope of our yard, the way our arms finally reach after years of pushing others away, saying, “I’m sorry.