The dull glow
That is
Lighting up
The unlit part of the moon.
Where sun’s light reflects
Off our planet’s surface
-think of all those
Ocean drops –
And back to the moon again.
It’s like a mirror’s reflection.
Like the evil stepmother
In “Snow White,” asking
“Who is the fairest of them all?”
You are, dear Earth Mother.
The place where
Dim galaxies
Smash into each other,
Leaving remnants
Of glints of light, unexplainable.
Witnessing atoms of a time
When the cosmos
Was still in its infancy.
