For my Granddaughter, Phoebe
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, 2016)