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My Eye Was On The Moon

My eye was on the moon-
the cold, white full moon
on that bracing night in Autumn.
Eyes felt enlarged
seeing nothing but the moon.
Felt my face redden
in the cool air.
Regarding this solitary luminous body-
that white hole
in the black sky-
I wondered,
is this a portal
to another state of being?
I wondered,
“are there spirits up there,
suspended somewhere
in the dark and bright
infinite spaces?”

Then, I felt a tear.
One eye
sent a streak of warmth
down my face
into cold, clean skin.

        Eugene Ring