By Mark Belair

The sun, already
set behind our mountain,
casts us into shadow while keeping
the mountain across the valley in daylight,

the evening we now
inhabit made to seem a past
concurrent with a luminous present
beyond which yet higher mountains rise

in a bright, if
hazy, future, this snapshot of
all time as one time an impression
we savor until the sun, as it must, fully sets.



Mark Belair’s poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Alabama Literary Review, Atlanta Review, The Cincinnati Review, Harvard Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, Poetry East and The South Carolina Review. His latest collection is Watching Ourselves (Unsolicited Press, 2017). Previous collections include Breathing Room (Aldrich Press, 2015); Night Watch (Finishing Line Press, 2013); While We’re Waiting (Aldrich Press, 2013); and Walk With Me (Parallel Press of the University of Wisconsin at Madison, 2012). He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize multiple times. Please visit

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