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Johannes Kepler felt the heat on the back of his hand
before he understood its source.
It was a chill evening in fall.
He had moved his table of mirrors over to the open window
and bundled himself warmly against the cold night air.

Methodically, scientifically, he aimed each concave mirror at a planet
and directed the reflection at the center of his table
where, one by one he sought to determine
if a radiating body gave off enough rays to be focused on a single site,
yet he did not expect to have results so soon.

As he guided one mirror toward the frozen image of Venus in the sky,
he inadvertently placed another in the path of the moon,
and his hand suddenly burned with the heat of it.
He pulled it back in surprise and shock.
He rubbed it to remove the pain. It was beyond belief. The moon?

Could the moon have transmitted such warmth to his hand?
Had he felt the face of the moon upon the back of his hand?
Could it be? The heat of the moon from so far off?
He tried again, and again the heat of the moon drove him away.
Again the pain. It was true! The heat of the moon!

 

Copyright © 2001 Gary Lehmann

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Gary Lehmann teaches short story writing and poetry at Writers & Books in Rochester, NY, the Rochester Institute of Technology, and has been the Writer in Residence at Roberts Wesleyan College. His poetry and short stories are widely published -- about 60 pieces a year. He is the director of the Athenaeum Poetry group (some of whose recent work can be seen here and here). When not writing or teaching, he works on becoming an amateur blacksmith.



Gary Lehmann teaches writing and poetry at the Rochester Institute of Technology. His essays, poetry and short stories are widely published—about 60 pieces a year. He is the director of the Athenaeum Poetry group which recently published its second chapbook, Poetic Visions. He is also author of a book of poetry entitled Public Lives and Private Secrets [Foothills Press, 2005], and co-author and editor of a book of poetry entitled The Span I Will Cross. You can contact him by email at glehmann@rochester.rr.com.
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