Sky Riddle

The bright crescent moon hangs heavy in the southeastern sky

Just above one of its hornlike points a star is flashing
As if it were spelling out some coded message which I
Cannot decipher yet wonder about as the dashing
Commuters are beginning to be heard in the distance
On the frantic freeway where some of them will be crashing
This morning without warning as they meet with resistance
From one another and from the laws of the universe
Their flux of frantic fluidity flows from bad to worse

The bright crescent moon hangs heavy and languid as before

But it has moved up and to the south to avoid the noise
That star keeps flashing a signal which is hard to ignore
And neither seems to care much for commuters nor their toys
Whatever their ends the crescent moon and the star are friends
To each other and to me and if the star is warning
Someone of something somehow I know I need not worry
It does not seem to be for me since I never hurry
I have nowhere to go and I like it here this morning

My celestial friends and I need no means hence have no ends

+Steven Curtis Lance



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