MOONSTRUCK
Sitting here
Looking up at you
Looking down on us
With your reflection
Of the day’s light
That we may see
Just how blessed
We have been
In surviving the day’s
Dark trials and tribulations…
Though without conscience
We have littered your front tard
With nondegradable
Unrecyclable technological junk
You yet continue to smile down
Upon us cycle after cycle
In the fullness of your celestial glow
Of peace and love that has yet
To be reflected down here on earth…
With such
A beautiful
Reflecting queen
As you are
The sun cannot help
But to brightly shine
Each and every day:
You waning away
Trials and tribulations
And always waxing faith and hope:
May we soon be in shining awareness
Of the allegorical messages of you
And the mysterious beauty of life
You give to nights of praises and glory…:-
Right out of the gate
the world grows eyes on the inside of time.
A banana tree as tall as an eyelash
bears bunches of fat yellow legs,
clusters of pendular legs are called hands.
Contradictions serve to jog you out of your mind.
Try not to think of babies kicking their own toes,
or ponder too much
on tarantulas and small venomous snakes.
Lifting the rusting machinery of a primal brain
can be hard work if you’re not used to it.
nevertheless,
raise a blink that takes a snapshot of a life.
After much rehabilitation and recover
feel free to postulate
that life seems much longer than it really is.
Most mature bananas are about the same length,
this simple observation alone
will make you unrecyclable forever.
sitting here
looking up at you
looking down on us
watching
you reflect
that we may see
how blessed we are…
without conscience
we’ve littered
your front yard
with non-degradable
and unrecyclable
technological junk…
yet you continue
to smile on us—
cycle after cycle
in the fullness
of your celestial glow
of peace and love
that has yet
to be reflected
here on earth…
with such
a beautiful glowing
queen as you
the sun
cannot help
but to shine brightly
that we may enjoy
the mysterious beauty
you give the night…
My school was named after Nicolaus Copernicus,
and the teachers asked us to sing songs about him
halting the Sun and moving the Earth.
But I could not imagine anybody with arms that long
and realized I know nothing about the world.
Jesus was a God and Jesus said that
“there will be signs in the sun, moon, and stars”
and “people will faint from terror,” and
I was one of these people afraid that Copernicus
Changes his mind and pushes the Sun on us.
And this is how the life of a little 7-year-old would have ended,
Crashed in Copernicus’ huge hands, melted, evaporated.
But instead, she lived on to write about the world she grew to know.
The world of constant uncertainties, unrecyclable plastics, and bad pop songs.
The world that forgot that Copernicus’ hands are long enough to smash it.
sitting here
looking up at you
looking down on us
watching
you reflect
the day’s light
that we may see
how blessed we are…
without conscience
we’ve littered
your front yard
with non-degradable
and unrecyclable
technological junk…
yet you continue
to smile on us—
cycle after cycle
in the fullness
of your celestial glow
of peace and love
that has yet
to be reflected
here on earth…
with such
a beautiful glowing
queen as you
the sun
cannot help
but to shine brightly
that we may enjoy
the mysterious beauty
you give the night…
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