The History of the Moon
In the past couple hundred years, reduced
to a castoff rock, endlessly silent and cold.
Before that, a meditation, speculation,
a beacon to the spirit in the deep-down realms.
And before that, straight-up worship,
we have been pulled to you
as you pull our waters to yourself,
we have given you
our due dumb wonder
and our small mammal rituals.
How to reconcile a dead rock
with one million years of awed regard?
You are so much older than us,
just by being out there doing nothing
we are bound to you in each day’s
changing shoreline, in every month’s fertility.
You are so much older.
We are devoured,
alert, quiet, absorbing
your reflected light.