Doctor Grandma

Eclipse of the Moon

The moon rises,

bright and full,

over the cold and Wintry night,

Snow had fallen earlier,

covering the frozen pond,

We watch, in awe,

as the darker shadow

creeps across the Bright Orb’s light,

The shape of the Earth,

a larger circle,

slowly stretches across the moon,

It is as if

the Hand of God

-erases-

what was there before,

Contemplates

leaving us in the dark,

forever without Light,

We go about our busy lives

without a thought to where we are,

Then, the movement of the heavens

becomes a play before our eyes,

We are at the mercy

of the movement of the planets,

6 billion souls, dependent

on the light of a single Star,

6 billion souls share the space

of one medium-sized planet

that just happens to have the right combination

of water, and of air,

We would do well to remember

our insignificance,

this movement, this dance of planets,

will continue for eons

without us watching.

                                                                  

–CF Black, 02-20-08

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