pseudo luminous glory

Can you imagine

there are people in this world

who don’t squeal at the

sight of the moon

on a noisy night,

or a lousy evening?

People who

get on with their lives,

tidying up the kitchen,

folding clothes,

planning tomorrow’s breakfast

(and lunch).

People who make light

of this ball of rock

bouncing off light

from a ball that’s

neither liquid not gas,

so far away, we had to 

come up with a unit

to measure the distance

in time.

People who don’t 

smile to themselves 

for a quarter of a moment

when they see the moon up there

in all its pseudo luminous glory.

I don’t understand it.