The moon, cold and unattainable,
Hangs over the Earth's edge,
Unfaithful in its last light.
In another world
Children hit a tether ball
Around a pole,
Creating a brief, elliptical year,
The weightless, unclarified light of the sun,
Lies like a lover over a lost city,
Westward windows go up in flames.
And here, where the swan revolves in the moon phase,
A black pool invites its cold depth
The night is fixed in motioning stars.
March 17 2021
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 3:19 AM UTC
The moon, cold and unattainable,
Hangs over the Earth's edge,
Unfaithful in its last light.
In another world
Children hit a tether ball
Around a pole,
Creating a brief, elliptical year,
The weightless, unclarified light of the sun,
Lies like a lover over a lost city,
Westward windows go up in flames.
And here, where the swan revolves in the moon phase,
A black pool invites its cold depth
The night is fixed in motioning stars.
March 17 2021
I have been on a hiatus, Eliot, it's good to be back, many new poems to come