Luna February 17 2011
As moths are drawn to light,
We troop outside looking upward,
Seeking through the Carolina winter trees
A perfect lunar orb – Full moon.
We share our awe, drawn closer
Feeling kin as earthlings
Bound to this globe in part
By ebb and flow of tides and
Governed unaware by Moon’s reflected beams .
Upon returning home, I find a message
From a friend, telling of his awe
As, meditating, he feels thralled
Watching from his high rise window
The perfect lunar light illumining Manhattan.
The silver glowing threads of Moon
Captivate us all together –
The earth is tiny after all –
The miles a mere illusion.
We were taking a “biobreak” from class, when someone mentioned that the moon was full. The whole class, as one, poured from the building. Though winter’s grip is starting to relax, the trees were still bare. In this Carolina forest, we were able to peer up and find a space among the branches where we could contemplate, in silence, the awesome view of a perfect silver orb. We spent our class break outdoors, coatless, a bit chilly, caught in the spell of the recurrent Full Moon – united with all who had experienced its magic since the earth’s creation.
When I arrived home later this evening, I was surprised to find an email from a close friend In New York, commenting on how beautiful was the light of the full moon viewed looking down West End Avenue from his fourteenth floor apartment. I had felt a strong bond with my classmates as we had experienced the full moon together amid the trees. This email from New York made it clear that we were united with friends, family, and strangers whom this night’s moonlight had reminded of our shared tenure on earth this day, this month, this year. We were neither New Yorkers nor Carolinians. We were all, at that moment, simply Earthlings.