Sideways glancing, face atilt
she watches, a wondering
at our wandering,
solemnly sees our not-seeing.
How can they miss all this—
the faithful lumen bursting barren emptiness,
Sun’s reflection, co-anchoring the sky?
They say there’s a man in the moon
who’s in love with the girl in the world…
but I think it’s the reverse.
with feminine traits
worrying at our forgetfulness to
Just Look Up.
She solemnly sits and waits,
as mothers are wont to do,
waits for us to wonder anew,
bear witness to her faithfulness
and find our way home
by that glorious light.
Photo Google Images, Nat’l Geographic
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