by Cara Sennott Jongsun Lee It is only in an eclipse That the sun and the moon meet, Lingering for a second, So it seems to the naked eye, Somewhere near the middle. It is a place in fading light That the sky and the sea meet, Blinding, endless blue, Impossible to see beginning or end, It is all something like the middle. It is as I slide my hand around your neck That I’m somehow never sure If I’m pulling myself up, Or you down, Or if we’re meeting in the middle — But we are