How big the big moon tonight;
how it stirs this heart
with its perfect swollen shape,
with its dazzling light--a great celebrity
in that world of night.
Forget its cold truth: waterless, airless;
not a better world--it would kill me given a chance.
Still I never tire of the view.
Every full moon, half, any phase
feels new and gay and wonderful.
My astronaut eyes fixed on earth,
brocaded blue, unguarded in the path of sunbeams.
The shock of that empty awesome
surrounding black would change me.
Even decades later
while brushing my teeth, the image assails me--
our patterned earth circling in the ink of infinite deep.
The mystery of it.
The total mystery of it.
And no one to turn to.
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