For the moon, from moons ago...

IN THE PINK AND BLUE AND SUPER

no wonder

humans had to make up

god

how else could they explain

a sky like that?

the great white ball

forever changing shape

has suddenly turned pink!?

Oh. Em. Gee.

what else were they supposed to think?

it had to mean

something

it couldn’t simply

be.

it’s silent out there now

no wind to stir the trees

the stars

are ranked about

the gay pink moon

in awe

in silent, gobsmacked wonder

at the trick

of such a wondrous

godless

sight.

we are hanging

in the universe and

the moon is

playing possum with the sun

ducking

behind our earthly skirts

we are

so small

and in great need of god

o, if only there was one

to make sense

of all

this wonder.

See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

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Last year’s collection Fewer Curs available on demand