A full lunar eclipse
& I keep popping outside
hazy black sky, light blurred, but for sure, now
the moon seems slowly absorbed, eaten
by a rounding shadow
as if something were between us & it,
the sun’s reflection blocked —
actually it’s the light cut off
no, actually it’s the sun we’re separated from
as if earth were dividing sun & moon
but that’s not right either
you need to see backwards,
certainly into the depth you feel
the shadow we cast —
earth now aligned sun by moon
actually, it’s the person cut off
that perspective eclipsed
the moon traveling thru that shadow
Bruce Holsapple grew up in Dexter and is a founding editor of Contraband magazine, Maine’s first well-known small literary magazine, and its 21st century spinoff Vox Audio available online at http://theshop.free-jazz.net/vox-audio/. His poems have appeared widely in books and periodicals. He lives now in New Mexico.