Horizons that are vast and open
Present a perigean, full moon in the east,
Rising near a sea or a newly mown field,
The photogenic, low-hung illusion is
Touchable and oversized, like an evening giant,
Who stalks the earth, scented and eyed by dogs;
They howl louder and tides run higher; in the brightest
Reflected light, a collision of earth and rocky satellite
Does not happen.
Horizons that are hidden by a wall of trees
Present it rising above the loblollies, oaks, and gums,
Without illusion, at a later hour;
Not as close, large, or bright, but
Each pine needle plunges into a pool of moonlight
Swept across the treetops and diffused
Upon the air in a quiet display of the sun’s light
Reflected onto earth and a rocky satellite
Glows like a compact white dwarf.
As if in a reflection there could be a glimpse of
tomorrow,
Prototype of light not yet shed,
Preview of a cataclysmic narrative,
Synopsis of a star’s evolution,
Like words reflected on the page from a mind.
© cmheuer,
2014
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