Full moon, photo by Marlon HammesI don’t want to know
what the moon is really—

a skull in an emptiness,
stone, ash.

Through torn clouds
on this cold night,
the steel smell
of snow in the wind,

let it be the pearl
of my heart's ache,

far above
my hunched shivering,
fled from the house,

my love’s clear face.

Copyright © 2006, Eric Gadzinski

Image Credit: Copyright © 2006, Marlon Hammes, some rights reserved

Eric Gadzinski teaches English at Lake Superior State University in Sault Sainte Marie, Michigan. His poetry has appeared in a variety of journals. Selections of his work are available in three chapbooks: X, Lotus Eater, and Sweetgrass.