The logic of wonder

Everyone—including me—ooh’ed and ahh’ed when the moon held back the tides of light, like the walls of the Red Sea straining against the outstretched staff of Moses. And we gushed to see sunlight break loose, cascading through that widening crack. The moment felt mantled with significance, overshadowed by mystery.

Could we be more irrational?

Let’s look at this event scientifically: nothing more—or less—than the geometrical precision of matter in motion, aligned with the optics of perspective. Perfectly predictable.

Is it scarcity, then, that inflates the price tag of meaning? A collector’s edition experience, until August 2044?

Perhaps the untimely semblance of night … darkness peeking from behind the curtain and blocking the stage light, until shooed back to wait for its cue?

Save your attentive amazement, my friends, for the uncalculable ways of a wave on the sand, an eagle in the air, the serpent on a rock.

Even the firefly’s blinking dance, when we watch, is more worthy of goosebumps.

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Note: The "S" line of the poem references Proverbs 30:18-19 ... thought that deserved a mention lest I be liable for biblical plagiarism!