David J Bauman

I have a poem on “The Poet” page that refers to this old piece. It’s not at all an example of my best work, but I thought I’d include it as a bit of history and as the missing piece to “Overvision.”

Moon Watcher

They chuckle
softly
because once again
I have called them outside,
away from the deathly
cold light
of their television
to see the moon,
a burning globe of
blood above our street.

They nod politely.
They say, “It’s lovely,”
and thank me as before.
Then my neighbors turn,
shaking heads,
exchanging smiles,
back up the sidewalk
toward their home
and the lifeless
rays within.