The Moon Wakes

What whim swore that
the moon would meander on
roll along in infinite space
til it tired – trod away – in times
too far away – for us to be aware
that earth is not eternal,
hold onto its coat-tails
too scared to stare – to see
life depends on intricate balances to bloom,

Amazing when we look at the moon
as it rides on roads un-ruled and
do not see the lessons in its light,
nothing less than a chunk of it – needs to fall – to wake us
to the certain, that nothing is sure,

Pulling the planet as it passes
the moving moon waits not – as we wander
in reflections of the light we loan
unaware that we have the flare to flourish
to leave delusions that damn,
when instability intervenes – wakes us to the certainty
that worldly advances do not always enhance,

Then The Moon will teach a tune that has a timeless taste
of rhythms that rotate – let life flow on
without delusions that restrict.