Awakened by the light of the half-moon
streaming in her window,
she sat up
and began to knit the other half.
While her hands and needles tapped through a rhythm,
she was tumbling with Chinese acrobats,
she was running over cobblestones with a container of gasoline,
or was it white wine?
she was wrapped tight in a cocoon,
she was unpacking decorations with strangers,
until the moon called her.
She has knit
a full moon.