Job, There Is Forever

Sturgeon Moon So soon Summer slips through our fingers Our own version of Michigan underwater beasts Ogling the luminous bellies of boats swimming down Clam River Dockside a roar with Ahab revelers I have seen millions of moons Leaping on the midnight ripples of Torch Lake I have seen hills and pointes that darkly roll and rise Inviting levitation A cheer from our bow Fireball shot Looks like home but isn’t We float down the shore with flashlights I have seen a picture taken at the lakeside campfire My wife and I Standing in the gaps of our four sitting children Six orange hooded faces Without bodies Eyes round as owls Looking out from the tree of life I cup my mouth with astonishment.