Eclipse

A poem a day through the season of Lent

I dreamed I rode the colt,
the baby grown tall and
spirited, rode him for the first
time, surprising us both. I so
yearned for some witness to
this momentous event. Then I sensed
you were there, even so.
 
Last night I set my alarm to watch
the lunar eclipse of March’s
blood red moon. I opened
the shade, bleary-eyed, and spoke
to the night sky. “Hello Bill.” 
You laughed. This wasn’t my idea, 
you said, I would never set my alarm to look
at the moon, blood red or otherwise.
 
I rode the colt over the smiling curve
of the moon, joy rising like stardust in
our wake. 

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