I wake up before the sun rises
looking East to the Moon and Venus.
The two brightest celestial bodies of night,
here in the morning, reminds me of
that which is omnipresent but often forgotten.
I play Satie softly not to awaken
her upstairs. I’m not much of a
musician, more a phonometrician, measuring and writing
down sounds as the Moon approaches fullness,
far from Paris, breathing in 3/4 time.
She says “I follow a lunar month.
You follow a solar month. Too bad.”
Out of sync. Orbiting around each other.
Your waxing, waning and my rising, setting.
Throwing you in shadow today. New Moon.
At dawn, the Earth’s shadow is blue-grey
and above it is a pink band –
the Belt of Venus wrapping our world.
Shadow ascending in the east, as west
sun sets, her belt and robe dropping.
(The shadow of the Earth is curved like the Earth and extends hundreds of thousands of miles into space. When it “touches” the moon, there is a lunar eclipse. A partial lunar eclipse will occur in the Eastern Hemisphere on the night of August 7-8, 2017.)