Moon rises over the fence,
Over the horizon,
Over the mountains,
Into the ethers she flies,
Sailing into the black of night
And scouring away the shadows -

Moon shadows, which are
Sulkier than those that chase the Sun,
Loftier than the shooting stars,
Prouder than the oceans,
More serious than any twinkle -
Reign tender.

Orion’s belt is enormous, larger
Than I ever could have imagined,
His arrow ready to pierce
Some unsuspecting foe
Light years away, waiting.

I am a microspeck,
Nothing in a world of everything,
Small though stout,
Nearly invisible to yon naked eye,
Though larger than life in proximity,
I wander through the paradigms,
Leaving a print that will disappear
In the Milky Way’s next exhale

While the Moon rises over the fence…

03/16/2010

Posted on 03/16/2010
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