Moon Over a Hundred Summers

witnesses so much! Watches technology change
a people like Michaelangelo chipped away the marble
parts that weren’t his statue. Watches construction
and destruction, watches commitment and watches
how easy it is to destroy, watches what people throw away
for passion, watches magnificent structures crumble
into dust in the heat of a moment, watches bridges
collapse, watches rivers shrivel dry, watches families
unravel, watches lovers elope over and over again
at a sickening pace. Watches, cringes and shivers.

Watches the Earth in decomposition, slow decomposition,
and wants to help! Wants to offer a helping hand, wants
to extract the complication between lovers, wants
to freeze life during childhood, but knows the impossibility,
knows even the moon must grow up, must eventually question
its own path, its own orbit, its own relationship to the Earth,
its own existence even, but wants to delay the conversation
as long as possible, for a hundred summers is just not enough
time to judge the potential of anything.