I waited
in the balcony
way past midnight
to see the earth
eat into the moon.
It was an hour past the start
of the eclipse
and yet the moon
floated unchiseled,
wholesome and round,
defying the Earth’s shadow
like some people defy reason,
according to me.
Except in this case,
I’d got it wrong.
It was a penumbral lunar eclipse,
which meant, as Google told me,
that the moon would not lose shape,
and would just look a shade darker than it otherwise did.
So much for staying up till 1 am,
the price of ignorance.