(I wrote this poem in gratitude for my wife, Roberta Maran, on the occasion of the 20th anniversary of the day we met.)
Many Moons
Over the mountain, with full frontal shiny bling,
the moon appears to rise with no visible means of support.
An imperceptibly slow-moving geyser
of water and minerals bursting out of the earth
- known as a pine tree -
spills shivering needles over our view of the glowing orb.
Wind whispers mysteries through them.
Twenty circuits of sun
And many more of moon
Since we took seats next to each other, you and I,
fellow passengers on this earthship.
We’ve shared views and sighing air
Through many a window
Like this one, before which we sit
Holding hands in shared wonder,
Giddy with wild beauty around us.
Time ever less, now ever more,
Together in the ever we’re for.