for my nephew Mark
|Playing peekaboo by Georgios Jakobides (1985)|
A huge moon calls through today’s clouds for earth
to play peek-a-boo, pop-goes-the-weasel
or another quick-disappearing game
like monkey-in-the-middle. Such a joker!
Earth doesn’t laugh. She spins on her axis
like a mother with too many children,
while ocean tries to grab the moon
with leaps and tides. It fails always.
Ocean plays night and day, like my cat with
a laser pointer, but does whether or
not moon glow is visible, partner
in flirtation from phases to eclipse.
But this is love, you tell me—not some game.
It’s love that persists, permanence its aim.
The second of two sonnets I wrote this week: The first is HERE.
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast