wildscape. literary journal

Moon Maps
by Abigail Wasserman

In the morning, you curl into my lap, wrapped in a sleepsack patterned with crescent moons—blue as a distant ocean. In the heart of a New England winter, there are no waves in sight, but the moon still rises for us. I hold you as you scan the sky each night, a dimpled finger lifted to its glow, brown eyes shining silver, taking in the dark expanse above. It’s hard to believe something that looks so small from here can tug at oceans, reflect sunlight, stretch the hours—but then I feel your soft weight warm against me. You trace each crescent on your blanket with that tiny forefinger, mapping your own universe in miniature, and suddenly, I understand.

about the author // Abigail Wasserman

Abigail Wasserman is a writer and educator based in Massachusetts. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The New York Times “Tiny Love Stories,” Eunoia Review, little somethings press, and ONE ART.