…rotates like never before. Its dark plains—
vast basalt born of ancient volcanic
eruptions—endeared maria (Latin
for seas) by our scientists (romantics,
for sure), seem still shots of floods to focused
telescopes’ eyes. Yet now earth’s orbiter
reveals far side’s bright lunar highlands, fused
breccias formed by impacting meteors.
What shall we make of this revolution’s
revelation, love? Are our tides
locked as
moon to earth, our valleys and crests fusions
of moods and imagination? Let’s pass
psychic cosmic questions to other guys.
Let me orbit your face, your sacred eyes.
Roger Armbrust
September 16,
2013
