Our mystic alabaster satellite
rules the midnight sky
casting shadowy silhouettes
of all our trees and houses.
Rational tri-millennial me
chooses not to bay about it
or worship its fabled godly essence
(long since neutered by geology).
Casting aside the chains of time
I sidle up to Cenozoic me
munching on a leg of venison
staring at that improbable hanging ball
suspended in the southern heavens.
Wonder and vexation cloud his hairy face -
hunting vainly for a clue.
I whisper in a secret tongue
that only he and I can comprehend,
"You may not get it yet, grandpa
but soon enough you will."
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
Our mystic alabaster satellite
rules the midnight sky
casting shadowy silhouettes
of all our trees and houses.
Rational tri-millennial me
chooses not to bay about it
or worship its fabled godly essence
(long since neutered by geology).
Casting aside the chains of time
I sidle up to Cenozoic me
munching on a leg of venison
staring at that improbable hanging ball
suspended in the southern heavens.
Wonder and vexation cloud his hairy face -
hunting vainly for a clue.
I whisper in a secret tongue
that only he and I can comprehend,
"You may not get it yet, grandpa
but soon enough you will."
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