Dark gloops of oily black
slide a spatter across the moon
Obscuring the shining sphere
of polished ivory bone
It’s halo a margin smudge
it reaches and seeks its view
struggles to curve and swerve around
to reflect or to rebound
But light is defeated
by its beam’s own directness
Rays too right
to avoid the blot!
Through the boundless space of night
unencumbered by vacuum or vastness
finally thwarted by a mere vapour
ephemeral form of our watery sphere
fluidity freed to inhabit air
wander horizons and ink wash the heavens
and just enough to conquer
cosmic light