Halfway North

This full moon

is an open book

left for you

in the beach house

you rent for the summer,

full of some other family’s things.

The preface,

nothing but light.

As days flip by,

thin as ghosts,

you lose the plot:

the moon comes up

in another part of the house,

sets when you aren’t looking.

With each turned page,

each spent day, a sliver of darkness crosses

from right to left,

back to front,

until the book of the moon is closed

and there is just a dark space in the sky

where the brightness was.