Cold Moon
Moon-bounced light, flint-hard
meets my eyes
cold air, sharp as a shard
of glass
slices my nose and sears
my ears
Yet this is warmth, the arena of life’s race
the cosmic granule on which we breathing
creatures cling
not the absolute, the devastating
cold deep space
Not a soul was once aboard
this universe
No heart soared
and sang its beauty, marveled its force
Mary Celeste sailed time’s ocean
with no crew to mark her course
At the still bucking caribou calf I see the grizzly gnaw
yet of nature’s splendour I cannot lose my awe
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