Full moon melted slowly
In to harsh winter’s horizon.
It was New Years Day.
Signaled it did; setting lowly
Another new ‘wakening.
By some distant Sun’s ray
From millennia more distant
Than years could measure.
Luna’s glow cold and clear…
Still it was: for that brief moment.
Moon shadows drifted down
Ground-ward: frozen. Winter sere.
“First light” (much later) dawned
From some other clime.
It brought another “new” morning
New rhythm: “new year”, it spawned
This time different; yet same, as
“Time”: Man’s invention was yawning
At the sheer boredom of all of that.
Imagine: the purest continuum
Carved into a measured minute.
The nerve of “Man” to grasp at
Space …trying it to tether
With His slight thoughts within it…
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