The Moon-In-The-Man Waxes Lyrical With Nary a Word
Kenny is suddenly,
Luminously, animated;
with a grin that could crack a safe!
He whistles to get your attention,
then beckons you over
to the parted curtains.
He has something
to share with you.
This is not the usual,
insular,
self-absorbed Kenny.
MoonMan MoonMan
what is it you see?
Can you read the secrets
of the telling Moon?
MoonMan MoonMan
Show me! Tell me!
This is Moonstruck Kenny.
Touched by Moonpower.
Captivated by Moonpower!
Ecstatic about Moonpower!
He’s made a “lunar-landing”
and he wants you to be “there” too.
Lunatics-in-arms we become,
in awe of this celestial
visitor peering into
the room from on high.
MoonMan MoonMan
what is it you see?
Can you read the secrets
of the telling Moon?
MoonMan MoonMan
Show me! Tell me!
The Moon’s pull is irresistible.
Kenny’s pull is irresistible.
And so you succumb,
temporarily mystified – delving within
for ancient knowledge about basic things;
the rhythms of the sky-dwellers.
Knowledge longlost since we insulated
ourselves from
and against
The Elemental.
Yet Kenny has not lost The Wonder.
Kenny is over The Moon about The Moon.
He beams a crescent-shaped smile
that’d make even The Man-in-the-Moon
green with envy.
MoonMan MoonMan
what is it you see?
Can you read the secrets
of the telling Moon?
MoonMan MoonMan
Show me! Tell me.
Kenny is the Moon Man.
He is The Moon-in-the-Man
Just like The Moon, Kenny has phases.
He waxes and wanes as do we all.
But…just now…yes, you catch just a glimpse of it…
Kenny is illuminary!
And you bathe in the light of his delight!
MoonMan MoonMan
Show me! Tell me!
Copyright © Arturus Australis | Year Posted 2013
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