Like Us and Not
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
The moon becomes its crescent shape, then full,
Then phases back to crescent. In the day
It disappears. The ocean feels its pull.
The moon . . . floats . . . a suspended night callais.
Neanderthals look up and wonder why
The early homo sapiens erect
An altar to the sphere. The naked eye
They looked with saw the cosmic pocked effect
And thus decided in their spirits that
The orb was human and divine and so
They bowed and worshipped in a concordat
Of demigods beneath the lunar glow.
Perfection, imperfection in its change,
