They rise at all hours of the night
in all seasons
to travel New England,
two lovers chasing the full moon
with their camera,
driving through the dark
for the perfect shot.
They show me the pictures—
the round moon
passing through the bare winter trees
veiled by mist in Stowe
shining in a bright ribbon on Sebago Lake
along the black, windswept water
framing the steeple in Concord
cascading down Moss Glen Falls.
But the showstopper: A series.
Snapped one mile from their Connecticut home.
A supermoon rising over Horsebarn Hill
like a giant spotlight
hovering between Earth and sky,
the long grass tipped white
with moonglow.
He asked her to climb,
stand against the mound of light—
the photos in black and white,
taken in succession,
show the silhouette of a woman’s back,
arms extended,
fingers wide,
pushing.
Raising that lovers’ moon.