The Dance

 

Once each month we witness a celestial ballet

when the orb of night ascends in the east

just as the sun sets in the west and we

move from sunlight into moonglow.

 

And I, from my place above the Annisquam,

get to see the reflected glory of the setting sun

beaming brightly from Thurston Point and,

at the same time, the rising moon’s illumined face.

 

What exquisite choreography; what exact timing;

what a marvel of precision and what unique seats

we, here on Earth, have – to be able to be,

however  briefly, exactly between opposing sun and moon.

 

And the performance is repeated month after month,

year upon year, eon after eon,

with the ballerinas always on time to dance a dance

that will continue long after the audience is gone.

 

When the Earth turns to ice or dust and

the oceans are dry or spread upon the land;

or when infernos burn and whirlwinds blow,

for the sun and moon, the dance goes on.

 

© Marty Luster 2012

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