The Dance
Once each month we witness a celestial ballet
when the orb of night ascends in the east
just as the sun sets in the west and we
move from sunlight into moonglow.
And I, from my place above the Annisquam,
get to see the reflected glory of the setting sun
beaming brightly from Thurston Point and,
at the same time, the rising moon’s illumined face.
What exquisite choreography; what exact timing;
what a marvel of precision and what unique seats
we, here on Earth, have – to be able to be,
however briefly, exactly between opposing sun and moon.
And the performance is repeated month after month,
year upon year, eon after eon,
with the ballerinas always on time to dance a dance
that will continue long after the audience is gone.
When the Earth turns to ice or dust and
the oceans are dry or spread upon the land;
or when infernos burn and whirlwinds blow,
for the sun and moon, the dance goes on.
© Marty Luster 2012
Good Morning Gloucester 
Beautiful shot Marty. The past five years has convinced me I am now pretty certain that the moon is larger over Cape Ann then anywhere else.
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That’s because, despite W.Va’s claim, it’s almost heaven here.
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wow.
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You’ve really done it to me this time. My ancient eyes, old heart and weary bones wept for a childhood just where you described. Yes , the sun and moon, the dancing tide of life, but mostly, for me, the river. I think this is one of your best poems…they all are! terry
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I totally agree, Terry! All of Marty’s poems and pics are amazing, but this pair just might be my fave…until the next one comes out, that is.
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