Poem: Cosmic Tears

My puny iPhone photo can’t do it justice.

A picture of the moon I took at Bar Harbor, Maine tonight. More on my trip to Maine to come. For now, an original five-line poem.

Cosmic Tears

what if the moon was speaking to us,
whispering its distress in reflections
upon the night water — the tide its cry —
phasing in and out of consciousness;
the craters eons of cosmic tears.

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