A Night Poem

I want to say something about the night here. The photograph was made when the moon was full but obscured by the clouds. In this view we are looking east towards the lights of Mayaguez. To the left on the hill are the lights of several restaurants and by the water are the lights of residences. This was an especially bright night with the moon creating a "moon river," perhaps not as wide as a mile but silver bright. On bright nights here, one can sit out on one's terrace and take in the points of color... much more interesting to me than looking due south out into the ocean. On darker nights the stars and planets are visible and exciting to find. Up in the north we become so used to a "light polluted" sky that we just don't have an appreciation for the subtleties of dark. Here, night is not just simply night... it comes in varied hues of black and gray and silver.

This image reminds me of a poem by Robert Frost... about the night:

...And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

The night is to be savored as much as the day.