I remember that hot July night <br />we sat huddled on the highest hill <br />in West St. Paul, pulling blankets <br />tight against the relentless assault <br />of mosquitoes, despite the humid heat. <br />And we watched as the Moon eclipsed <br />planet Mars. For forty minutes, the Moon <br />loomed, blood-red, a counterfeit Mars, <br /> <br />so close to our questing eyes, our minds <br />were deceived. We reached out to you, Mars! <br />With our hearts, we reached out - <br />stretching toward you, yearning for contact! <br />Then, the moment passed, and the Moon <br />was once again just the Moon, and we were....<br /><br />Daniel Brick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eclipse-1975/
