They used hooks and chains and high powered Ford trucks. Their gloves were
ripped and frayed
and torn. Their sons and daughters were mute and wide eyed. That long cable anchored
into the depths
of black night up into the sky and extended beyond the imagination. They pulled for days,
years, generations.
They used their spirits like cowboys taming wild stallions. With each step
the great captain
extended the history books word after word. And, like a magnificent whale emerges
from the sea, slowing
down time, that great luminous orb emerged from the heavens unwillingly. Even though
it had been done,
no one thought it would be and whispers arose among them while the heavens swirled in torrents.
There was a moment frozen
in wildness until the great captain, wrought in confidence, looked the enormous writhing beast in the eye
and commanded,
‘Let us moor it to the redwood’. Their appetite to tame the undiscovered became
temporarily sated.
Thus, the great round moon creature faded against the backdrop of the night
like a chameleon
and nestled itself into a life of eternal revolutions.
