Waning Gibbous
Dear Moon,
How do you feel about all the scrutiny? the sky set the stage for you tonight and everybody saw.
There’s so much distraction–too much celestial noise. We’re locked in static, moving through a darkness that’s too dense even for the razor sharp light of a Hunter’s moon.
Maybe you’ve seen it all before; the rise and fall of civilizations is nothing to you. And why should it be? Immortality lends itself well to a healthy perspective. Moons don’t care about the small problems of dying planets.
Perhaps I’m too harsh in my assessment of your point of view. From down here, all I see is an aloof moon, but maybe you’re just a lonely moon.
I can’t help myself. I’m putting anthropomorphic logic on this chip of a moon that spins around the blue-green Earth like a gadfly on the flanks of IO.