SPACE 26 February 2020
The space of my desk holds the card
The one that keeps appearing
The one nudging me to rest, burrow,
A small yet infinite space
Earth has acquired
a brand new moon
that’s about the size of a car
Truth, a primary pilgrimage
Lit by the simplest of Light
Discernible in dark, no obvious borders
Small enough for a few steps at a time
A time for slowing, introspection
Our new moon is probably between
1.9 and 3.5 metres across,
making it no match for Earth’s primary moon.
I am an elliptical orbit
Reaching for certainty
Knowing grace is in the unknowing
Resting and going
Coming back again
It circles our planet
about once every 47 days
on a wide, oval-shaped orbit
that mostly swoops
far outside the larger moon’s path.
I am not stable here planted
There will be snow and ice
Rabbits delight in buds
Old growth hides snake
All within our orbits
Bumping into one another
Our right relation
The orbit isn’t stable,
so eventually 2020 CD3
will be flung away from Earth.
Will I gently step
When the veils opens
or be flung from this crust
I think I shall choose the flinging
This is Day Seven of the National Poetry Writing Month/Global Poetry Writing Month challenge of writing a new poem every day.
The Hermit continues to visit me. Often. I need to heed his advice. So melding the optional prompt and his presence gives me words to share today.
And I will have to use the iron rain story, too, sometime. That is just too good a prompt to pass up.
From the folks at NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo:
And speaking of news, today our prompt (optional, of course) is another oldie-but-goodie: a poem based on a news article. Frankly, I understand why you might be avoiding the news lately, but this is a good opportunity to find some “weird” and poetical news stories for inspiration. A few potential candidates: