|Jan/Feb 2011 Poetry|
An Appearance of Two Moons
Anticipating the rare moment of Mars in perigee
with the moon rising full
I stood in the front yard well past midnight
to watch them traverse the sky.
But there were storm clouds threatening, and I could
only see their shine, an occasional slice
of the moon's tiara, but no gallant laying down
his cloak to spare her sparkling shoes.
I stood in the dark, the mercury streetlights
crackling, the clouded curtains
barely contained the light of their twining,
brighter than a stormy noon.
In the further east of clearer skies the double moons
brought wonder to a burdened life,
a story to tell the grandchildren—
there are no ordinary nights.