Every night, the moon visits me
At my window, shining like a light bulb in my room.
I lie in my bed looking out and watching
How big and bright it is and how it peek-a-boos through
the dark clouds,
Like an eyelid opening and closing.
I don’t know why I’m so mesmerized,
But when I look away and look back, it’s gone,
Like saying goodnight.

''Wanda Rodriguez was born in Puerto Rico and raised in Brooklyn. She studies at the New Lots Adult Learning Center with Literacy Adviser Nicolas Simon. She writes: “I am a single mother of two children who now serve in the military. I have a disability—multiple sclerosis—and I’m a cancer survivor. The time has come to make some of my dreams come true: returning to school, getting my high school diploma, and traveling the world.”