A handful of families
had come to see the blood moon,
standing around outside their cars
(like us)(children hopping around
and talking loudly)
And there it hovered
just above the trees,
just around its maximum shadow —
a smudge, a smile, a whisper

But every day has something singular —
a dance of clouds, a curve of leaves —
and every night holds out the opportunity
for moon, for stars, whatever brightness
the city’s glow may let come through.
Many people raved over this one
on the internet.
We got back in our car
and drove home.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2015