THE REACH OF EARTH’S SHADOW
Low on the horizon of the Dasht-e-Kavir
I saw the moon in full eclipse.
Its face was a wash of pale peach
etched with features given many names—
sea of tranquility, ocean of storms.
Suspended above that Iranian plain
the moon seemed alone in the night sky,
too strange
and too splendid
to be believed, or forgotten.