lassitude lassoed her
she let her tripod hide in her hatchback    
and woke not her camera
from its long nap

instead, she sat, a bowl of popcorn
in her lap, watched reruns of Madmen
and ogled a multitude of mushy moons
on Facebook's finicky feed

some were orange, some ivory
some gibbous, some round, all purporting
to be profound

this rare occurrence, captured copiously
in 2D, for all to see, and wonder, why shadows
on rocks rub us right, while myriad stars collapse every night,
and planets thought to be elegantly aligned,
are but bobbing bubbles
in an infinite sea