The moon reminds that earth is not alone,
its cavities and pockmarks, quite defined
when hovering near vista's distant edge,
a warning of the future of mankind.
A billion rocks and chucks of ice consort
with vast galactic forces yet unseen,
a complex soup of gravity and mass
is served as part of nature's cold cuisine.
The earth depends on neighbors like the moon
to step in front and bear our astral cross;
the lunar surface proves its stead resolve
to stall extinction and our coup de grace.
We spy the rising moon and understand
that life exists but for its gracious hand.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.