Peripheral Vision

Peripheral Vision I’ve seen the Harvest Moon
Yellow red
Sitting on Earth’s Horizon
In black mourning
 I’ve  watched the Sun go down
Shooting  sharp glows pale
Then 
 Rise again
Blinding night -time eyes
With
Fires burning light
To new beginning
To new endsI’ve  looked ahead
And
I’ve turned around
To see
All my ghosts
In front and back
Of me
But
I never  glanced  to each side
To find a world whizzing by
Fixed in my own space and time
I lost all periphery