George Moore’s poetry appears in the Atlantic, Poetry, Colorado Review, and the North American Review, as well as in journals in Europe and Asia. He was nominated this year for two Pushcart Prizes, Best of the Web, Best of the Net, the Rhysling Poetry Award, and the Wolfson Poetry Prize. His collections include Headhunting (Edwin Mellen Press 2002) and All Night Card Game in the Back Room of Time (DPP Press 2007). He teaches at the University of Colorado, Boulder.
You are my lens.
The outer limits of the universe
that distant rim
where nothing is but what was
and what was is
arriving now, from its cause,
star burst or solar imitative
which you mirror,
mind attractor, as if you’d wished
me here. There are stranger
things than love,
but none more than an astronomer’s
sense of collisions, we collapse
into the one
who follows as you pass
on into the darkness at the edge
where light bends
love’s tendency to fudge.