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