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