The crescent moon glows inconspicuously from
a mesh of clouds in the grey blue evening sky,
a snowy white one extends a vague cloudy paw towards it
I look up at it, my back planted firmly on the ground
as the Earth goes about rotating and revolving
and other planetary preoccupations,
gazing back unblinkingly from one droopy eye
Diametrically opposite me
on the other side of the planetary surface,
Someone is walking or juggling or bathing
with this patch of sky and satellite under its feet
My world for an unnerving instant
tilts upside down
I fall towards the moon but for
frantically
clinging on to the home planet
with my arms outstretched.
Feb 12 2008
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