Near the end of the eclipse

It looks like a shadow of something,
maybe a hand with a cloth
trying to wipe out
an unbearable brightness
from our eyes,
or the curve and feathered breast
of a bird lifting.

I understand how frightening
it must have been
a thousand years ago
to see the moon smudged away,
a soft, inexorable disappearance
like dementia taking the light
from behind the eyes of a friend,
or the sighing end of things
when earth or you or me
gets in the way
of seeing our way home

a lunacy.

But this giving back
of moonshine wiped clean
of all the tears,
the flying of a shadow to roost
in another orbit
around someone else’s love

is inexorable, too,
hope’s revelation,
the greater beauty of light
after an extinguishing.

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3 Responses to Near the end of the eclipse

  1. “The greater beauty of light after an extinguishing”.
    Nature again is teaching text. Thank you.

  2. Nice, nice poem! I love the “lunacy” and how it plays off of “lunar” without you directly saying so. Good work!

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