Some look to the sky this night
to portend their future, certain
fate is deeply encrypted there,
and listen to the mellifluous chorus
of a billion, billion stars offering
songs as old as time itself.
Others see the universe unfolding,
all of its history displayed, and we left
to be cosmic archeologists always
in search of a Rosetta Stone, standing
in awe of what cannot be known.
But soon, on this night, the ever
jealous moon will appear again
demanding the stage, silencing
the celestial choir, and calling forth
her minions, their drowning howls
reverberating across the mesa,
a living cacophony that tears deeply
into the sheltered peace of our dreams