Full Moon
After the sculpture by Louise Nevelson, 1980
The side we never see
With its rugged terrain
Shown in the telescope
Of dreams resolving
Lunar highlands into
Rocky slabs that stack
Against the wakeful state
Struggling to apprehend
Celestial sight
Over cataleptic dirt
From the opposite end
We have learned to ignore
Forming that restless sense
Between hemispheres like
A spell that can’t be broken
Through phases of light as
We wait to catch a glimmer
On the cusp of malice
- Dane Karnick 2017
Dane Karnick grew up by the Colorado “Rockies” and lives near Seattle. His poetry recently appeared in Poppy Road Review, Treehouse Arts, Scarlet Leaf, riverrun and Vacpoetry. Visit him at www.danekarnick.com.
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