In the glorious afternoon,
When azure blankets the city
Soft muslin of ozone and air
Hung impossibly high far above
–
The moon passes in irregular form
Between our home and our power
Crescented, then, becomes
That steadiest of lights
–
We below watch
With all our technology, mystified
Stunned at the simple ballet
Our antecedents worshiped
–
Rare, beautiful, resplinant
How lucky are we, creatures of this world,
To live on a planet whose moon and star
Fit so well together
