Moonstruck

I forget too often to look up.

The night

And the spectacle revealed as the light fades

Still fill me with childlike wonder.

The moon,

Constant companion, nearest neighbor -

No less a mystery than the cosmos itself,

Tugs at my curiosity as it does the seas.

Dancing,

Performing in a duet choreographed by the Ages

And practiced since birth,

It reminds me to strive for perfection.

Balanced

And balancing us in a constant exchange

Of forces beyond our comprehension,

It reminds me to seek equilibrium.

Battered

And scarred, it continues its journey,

Faithfully completing its cycle over the eons,

Reminding me to weather the storms.

Minuscule

In the vastness of the beyond,

Playing a part in a symphony of untold dimensions,

It reminds me that we are a part of something far bigger than we can imagine.

Hidden

Save for the reflection of a light not its own,

It still moves oceans and calls to the creatures below,

Reminding me that nothing – and no one - is insignificant.

Copyright ©November 8, 2021, Dana O. Crandell. All rights resereved.