moon man
On the planet that orbits our planet, on its rocky surface
Perhaps millions of years ago, or mayhaps more recently
three tremendous impacts from Steller wanderers
who’s wanderings
wandered them
a bit to close to the wanderings
of our fellow wanderer.
Lay down three scars that resemble
One mouth, and two eyes.
And the splashes of below the surface moon stuff
left, to mans wondering eyes, at least,
that not to hard to imagine face we still perceive today.
But which face, is the face
of the Man in the Moon?
I see three
One faces to the east, and has a, sort a, kind a,
disapproving look, with just a hint of nose in it.
The other stands on its head, with a dusting of freckles
where a nose might be.
And the third looks to the south-ish with a look
of surprise or perhaps horror.
With no nose at all.
Of course the east
and south-ish
Is wholly dependant on what time or what part
of the arc
of the moons path from up till down, or rise and set.
And I suppose also of the continent you inhabit, but maybe yea or maybe
nay.
I am not sure, after all I am no scientist, or is it skyentist ?
But all this aside, I still see three
I call them the kid, the dowager and the sentry.
The kid seems to me, to be, a might unhappy
with his perpetually upside down position
and what the dowager is pruning her lips at is a mystery to me
is it the earth, the conditions we have made?
Our attitude toward each other?
Diet soft drinks?
Sugar free ice cream? I just don’t know.
And what is it the sentry sees with his continent sized eyes?
And from what direction exactly?
Is it some arrant heavenly body streaking towards us?
Is the earth about to receive an eyeball of its own?
A pretty girl moon?
Who knows?
And after all its just craters right?
Right?
O.B. Juan
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