Older than ancient,
the sphere of dust glows beyond the trees.
Science allowed us congratulations to know you.
Before there was the closeness of magnified seeing, and the treading of hubris,
there was mysterious knowledge.
Your Waxing. Your Waning.
Your relationship with the tides
and our bodies.
Cycling us through a rhythm we no longer have time for.
Jill Osburn - 25 July 2015