I look up and see the moon with its ancient features
as the sounds of the birds herald its waning today
I feel the peace that surrounds me and the pulse
of mankind throbbing in natures bed
I look up and see the same moon as I emerge
from my cave to witness the ravaging of the giant beasts
which may leave me some sustenance if I’m lucky
enough to survive the night near my fires warmth
I look up and see the moon while my eyes behold
the silohuettes of soldiers and their spears marching
across the dunes to carry the seeds of dogmatic obsession
through the bloody path of horrific evangelism
I look up and see the moon as its crescent shines down
on my pilgrimage to the shrine where my soul is drawn
by the incessant pull of some inner voice of love and hope
with the throngs of fellow travelers alight in its glow
I look up and see the moon as we boldly set sail
for the unknown edge of the world on the surrounding sea
of discovery and risk it all for fortune and power
to quench yet another set of insatiable thirst and hunger
I look up and see the moon as my head is being lowered
in its last homage to my innocence while others set about
my beheading as a symbol of their justice dealt
as the lunar reflections inscribe the blade with fear
I look up and see the moon’s textures aglow with awe
as it inspires me to sing and dance in its spell that binds
us in the ecstatic whirl of its ancient and persistent presence
marking seasons and tides as constant as the air
I look up and see the moon as I discover natures path
to healing and wonders that emerge from my studies
and leave the laboratory as medicinal knights to conquer
plague and pestilence that mankind may survive
I look up and see the moon over the fields of cotton
in which I am enslaved as I toil only to dream of freedom
from this prison of pride and gluttony that holds my divided
family’s fate in its grip that refuses to open for any
I look up and see the moon on the wall of bricks that surround
my entire country and protect it from the hordes that would
invade our homes and we sleep in silence and peace
behind its wrapping arms of our emperor’s reach
I look up and see the moon as I give birth to my first child
and thnk of this moment of light that is engulfing me
in this wonderful splash of love and light that spans
time and that overwhelming sense of roundness
I look up and see the moon as I invade Poland
and set off to carry the blight of aryan pride and death
to the unlucky different or slitheringly evasive
in my quest for dominance and power over all
I look up and see the moon as I weave the cloth
of my raiment as my forebears have for centuries
as a symbolic gesture of peace and the value of returning
to the simplicity that brings a knowing understanding
I look up and see the moon approaching as we land
on it to take man’s first steps there and leave our footprints
in its glowing dust for others to find and wonder from whence
these traces of our wisdom and ingenuity came
I look up and see the same moon in Seattle as in LA
the same as in Rome and Beijing and Lisbon and LQ
in its ancient glow that reminds me of our oneness
in time and place, in essence and breath
I look up and see the moon and its track that seems
to never end but know that it too is merely a passing
that we have become accustomed to all these millenia
and pray for our continued blessing with its light