Apeiron.*

Tohu wa-bohu.




When I was young,
No more than eight,
I saw the moon quiver.
It shook like a gong.
I wanted to know why.

A couple of years later,
I saw a fireball
spiral through blackness,
Little twin circles in the
Night.  

Fifty years later,
I know now why
The Earth orbits the Sun
Orbits that great dust spiral
(well, hopefully),
But the moon is still
Too distant
And fire is
Gone from the
sky.