Clouds have done their late reveal New Moon, but I don’t have glass
powerful enough to focus you in harvest time,
and I suspect I’ll be increasingly enveloped in
the fog smother that descends on all receding seasons.
Still, universe is not too dark for light-years’ likenesses,
flickers from Andromeda’s snapping paparazzi,
so let’s strike a pose – if there’s anything to print us sharp
as the clocks go back, then the flash from a galaxy might.
A cosmic camera, you and I caught on film, laughing
for the sky through a memory’s telephoto lens,
and if its shutter clicked now across all that milky space,
past and future might yet hold hands, archived in new moonlight.
From Camera Obscura. (Rockingham Press, May 2016)