Kelsey McNamara

Dickinson-inspired poem:IMG_8062 

The Moon approaches- slow, steady-

Sun sits and waits

To be consumed and covered

As the Sky goes dark like night.

 

There is no Light,

Those who look into the darkness,

Stare at Nothing,

In wonder and awe.

 

Slowly and steadily,

The Moon begins to leave,

Like a ship leaving the dock,

And the people- still in amusement- watch.

 

Once the Moon has passed,

The people continue on with their days,

But still talking -excited, amazed-

About the Darkness during the Day.