Remembrance closes in the way glass in your hand
convinced the light
to join your aboriginal search
for a life so brief how could it know
the glory of longing’s burn.
And still we did what we’ve always done
rubbing sticks on the rocks
of completion magnifying the smallest loss
to prove how bad the eyes need heat
to make us civilized.
Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island.His poems have been in Spoon River Poetry Review,Columbia Journal, Cream City Review, Western Humanities Review, Phoebe, Mid- American Review, December and others. His poems are forthcoming in Weber Review, Cultural Weekly,Tule Review, Pangolin Review, Poetry South, January Review and Plainsongs. His chapbook, Boys, is forthcoming from Duck Lake Books December 2019. His book, Waxing The Dents was a finalist for the Brick RoadPoetry Prize and will be released February 2020. His work has been nominated for Pushcart Prizes and Best of the Net.Visit him at Danieledwardmoore.com.