The day the second moon appeared at Alderley
the earth shuddered, assuming the new balance.
Some drew their shades and tallied their crimes,
hiding their scent lest it call down some beast.
Some became dumb in new moonlight, gaping
as they do chancing upon any novelty.
Some analysed the pros, some analysed the cons,
some sent expeditionary forces.
And some, considering the moons and how they shone
brighter by each other’s side, turned back to the earth
and to their shadows, now twinned yet paler
but for one spot, one sea for each sailor,
one solitude, primordial as birth,
where any two moons may go, and have gone.