Moon on a Wire


The moon does her balancing act

Gliding out to sea on a silver wire.

Startled watchers conspire in a pact

Of silence.  Rabbits suspend their entire

Operation and gape like a circus audience.

Gulls circle, enrapt at her performance


I am lucky to have a ringside seat

I catch it all from Shirreff’s bench.

The princess moves her dainty feet

Step by step.  Her tiny fists clench

A pole of light.  She pouts, and frowns

In concentration.  If she falls, she drowns



Jeremy Solnick- December 2008