Ph: Haibun: Eclipse Poem by Brian Johnston

Arriving home late one evening,
There were people in the street
Most standing
Drinking Blue Moon Beer
Consuming moon cakes.
It was a harvest moon party
But the moon was playing hockey
A missing puck lost behind a low ridge of cloud.

But this was Silicon Valley
And we all knew where the damn moon was,
Our iPhone apps locating it precisely
Though nothing was visible yet.

Then suddenly the clouds thinned and parted
The moon looked embarrassed, still fully eclipsed.
In just seconds the shadow began to lift
And curved light again embraced lunar surface.

Suddenly it was early morning
I was somewhere in an eclipsing forest
Laying on my back, looking up at a

fall tree canopy -
colored moon phases seasoned
black and white shadows


Brian Johnston
December 9,2015