May 2018
Having grown up on the East Coast of the United States, I now live in Perugia, Italy, where I work as a teacher of the English language. I have been writing poetry since 1998, and published my first poems in Pivot - now defunct - in 2000. Since then my work has been published in Rattle, Poetry Salzburg Review and other places. My favorite thing about writing poetry is the chain of unforeseen discoveries that happen during composition - like going to bed in one place and waking up in another - which never fail to produce a sense of wonder in me.
To the Horned Moon
How often I meet you here
above the trees and houses
nested in sleep, the edges
of you ringed, luminescent
as a dropped nickel in a pool
of crude oil. Copper-crowned
night, twilit and electric blue,
presiding above the world
unchallenged. What star
measures up to you? None
I know of. They are too far.
You, on the other hand,
so close I could
take you by the horns
wrestle you to Earth or
steer you forever
at ten million miles per hour
straight out of the universe.
How often I meet you here
above the trees and houses
nested in sleep, the edges
of you ringed, luminescent
as a dropped nickel in a pool
of crude oil. Copper-crowned
night, twilit and electric blue,
presiding above the world
unchallenged. What star
measures up to you? None
I know of. They are too far.
You, on the other hand,
so close I could
take you by the horns
wrestle you to Earth or
steer you forever
at ten million miles per hour
straight out of the universe.
© 2018 Marc Alan Di Martino
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