The poetry of Aaron Novick


May 28, 585 B.C.E.,
Early evening: the moon
Swallowed up the sun.

Today, I can feel
Myself yanked from time,
Can feel, blurring together,

Each moment intervening between
That May and another
When the sparks caught,

When the metabolic fire
First flared within me—
And my face, flushed.

But you were unperturbed,
Having predicted it—how?
Perhaps it was you

Who said the stars
Are leaves of fire
Painted on the sky.

Fire is always exceptional
In this liquid world,
Always waiting for extinction.

That’s why the sun,
Bright though it burns,
The moon must quench.

Aaron Novick is a post-doctoral fellow in philosophy of biology at Dalhousie University. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in AntiphonNotre Dame ReviewThird WednesdayNew Orleans Review, and Shot Glass.

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