Robert S. Pesich
Total Lunar Eclipse, 21 December 2010
For Lynn Powers and her painting Ode to Moon
For months we forget about you
while your blue light tries to pry
through the bedroom blinds
to enter our dreams.
Dark side of the moon, the unseen,
also illuminated by the sun.
Again you are the shape of a curved needle
for the wounds in my side
as I search for my country
within my country
year after year
absence and questions the sutures
secured and absorbed.
Once again we hit you,
this time with a Centaur rocket
in search of water in a crater.
In order to analyze the ejecta,
your shepherd destroys itself.
’67? Or was it ’68? September
when they orbited the moon
secured in their Zond capsule
and surviving reentry, splashdown.
Those two Russian
where are they now?
Nameless, those two. Let them
rising towards the moon
will also teach us
how to travel.
© Robert S. Pesich, all rights reserved. This poem first appeared in Aperçus Quarterly, Issue 2.2, November, 2012