It Is
- Feb 2, 2018
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Updated: 1 day ago
by Cara Sennott
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 meeting.
Cara Sennott is a New York City-based poet and a graduate of both Hofstra University and Columbia University Teachers College. Her work has been previously published in Cicada Magazine, Light: A Journal of Photography and Poetry, Into the Void Magazine, and Capulet Mag.
