SUPERIOR SKY Copyright 2013 Paul Belz
What is the moon? It once was molten rock
ripped from the infant earth
hardened by chilled space to form a sphere.
Now it orbits its parent and hurls sunlight
earthward like an center fielder
streaking a ball towards home. I know this;
tonight it makes no sense.
Undefinable moon drifts into evening,
gains power as it slithers up the sky.
Moonfire streaks from Lake Superior’s black horizon,
fills the gap between two long islands.
Balsam and white firs stretch their trunks
to grab fading sky and burning moon.
They become black as darkness grows strong;
hot light turns them to ragged silouhettes.
What is this satellite that throbs in trembling night?
One beam streaks along the waves,
knocks me flat and gasping. I stay
on my feet. I know nothing about full moon.
It climbs and turns the darkness white.
Only determined stars will shine tonight.
Isle Royale National Park, Michigan 8/07