Optics

The sky fascinates me. The storms, the stars, the sunrises and sunsets, the moon, the clouds. And recently I discovered something about our moon that I didn't know before.



Optics


The planet-shine of Venus and Jupiter,
close as kissing cousins today,
studs the brightening sky

but nowhere do I spy
the wisp of a waning moon,
fellow traveler of these morning stars.

I scan my windows without luck,
reach for an astronomy app
to pinpoint her. But nothing lights up.

Earth's satellite slipped away.

Her presence enlivens midnight's vault,
and retreat implies a curtain of clouds
or a crescent gone early to bed.

But, no, this day she simply
doesn't show, vanishes like a lady
in a magic act.

My dusty handbook of the heavens
concedes her disappearance
once each lunar month.

Then "Sim Sala Bim" and she's back
as a slivered bow, stage right
the following night.



Marilyn Aschoff Mellor