I saw a sliver of moon
surrounded by dark
and I felt
an uneasy comfort—
the way you feel
after winning an argument
only to be isolated
from the losers,
only to find yourself
on a sandy island
with nothing
but empty sea
lashing your feet,
nothing but the brow-beaten moon,
slim above,
dropped heavy into sky
so far away,
so far away
from anything like light.
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Ken Hada has published seven volumes of poetry, including his latest, Not Quite Pilgrims (VACPoetry, 2019). His work has been recognized by the National Western Heritage Museum, SCMLA, Western Writers of America, The Oklahoma Center for the Book, and The Writer’s Almanac.