Stargazers in Awe

Last night was stepped outside in the chilly autumn air to witnessed what was meant to have been the last blue micro-moon for a while. Perhaps the moon was meant to be at its farthest apogee from earth. Fortunately, because of the colder season, the sky was clearer at night. And where we live, it's usually overcast for such sky-gazing activities. In in our southern hemisphere skies, we see the Southern Cross which was in its early evening position like clockwork. Pisces we've only ever seen through an iPad app that puts on screen the constellations as it triangulates with its compass app. Indeed, "dreamers dream dreams," still, but perhaps in unique and somewhat different ways from classic romantic days. Superb enjoyment here.

The spacing and indents stood out to me in a good way. They reminded me a little of Denis Robillard’s visual breathing, mostly because I’ve never quite known how to make that sort of space work in my own poems. Here, I think it does work, especially through the middle, where the indented lines feel like stars drifting out from the main thought. “Of lovers / friends / Maybe even strangers” was the moment I really loved, because it brought the cosmic feeling back to people.