perseverance (or, lunacy)
the moon
slipped into the sky shyly;
rose
blushing–
she knew she was too beautiful
for this world. soon she surpassed
treetops
floated alone
her sunlit skin so pristine
she bore a golden hole
into our jaded night
but we did not look.
we were busy
watching tv. surfing
the internet. playing videogames.
sending heart apps to friends
(whereupon internet companies
stealthily snatched
our names. emails.)
downloading a ten thousandth song.
texting a senseless message.
stare
at the moon?
who
has time?
*
the silver satellite
is used to neglect yet
tides abide
by her will;
the earth rotates
at the exact speed
life needs
thanks to the sensuous pressure
of her presence.
perhaps
next month
we will
look up.
