New Year’s Eve on the Moon
You’ve got telescopes. You can see more
than the Great Wall of China. You can measure
the moving coastlines like someone on a train
watching the landscape gliding by, imagining
themselves a tireless runner, leaping hedges,
trees and houses, or in your case, oceans,
continents. The night reveals much more,
like turning a light on, like x-ray. You can choose
a city to focus on. It’s almost New Year’s Day
or it’s already been for hours. For one whole day
you can watch the flare of fireworks in the darkness
as cities come alight and, in the distance,
the brighter sway of sunlight sweeping in
over the horizon. On the moon who knows
what time it is, what day or year or month?
What’s to celebrate? What slow tides are moved
by the earth in all those dried up seas?
by Ciaran Parkes
Editor’s Note: This delightful poem calls to my mind astronaut Chris Hadfield singing “Space Oddity” on the ISS. And also, the flip of perspective seems strangely apt for the end of this particular year.
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