Galileo’s Moon
Galileo Seeks Starlight
I wonder if she knows this man…
her Galileo… who seeks her light
and fights the darkness with a squint
and follows moonbeams where she’s been
and soft starsigns for where she went
her trail for him that ends too soon
he counted craters on the moon
I wonder if she knows this man…
technology would bless his quest and call
as telescope held near his chest… to rise
and fall from heart to eye, to focus both,
light-years apart… but closer than they once were
a million times he saw the sky… and lunar dunes
he counted craters on the moon
I wonder if she knows this man…
who read the universe by math… a language learned
by gazing nights… plotting the path of cursive arcs,
geometry, letters of triangles and circles turned,
who saw and learned and heard the dark
heavenly words and prose in tune
he counted craters on the moon
I wonder if she knows this man…
who measures all he sees and seeks a tool
to measure the infinite… his passion season, yet
authority of a thousand is never equal to the reason
of a humble hearted hunter… a fool… who said Earth
“Epur si muove” as a solar wind balloon
he counted craters on the moon
I wonder if she knows this man…
who daily fought enlightened mobs who
never dared to think… debate…critical mass
they cast, his questioned slew did slay piety,
infinities and finites, powerful… he knew
blind clerics… thought he crazy as a loon
he counted craters on the moon
I wonder if she knows this man…
who understood the Scripture clock
by revelation he unlocked secrets for
the common man… that the Bible says more
when the author breathes as hearts explore
for truth, not just the true… no less opportune
he counted craters on the moon
I wonder if she knows this man…
who knew he blessed with intellect, that
his God gave to question well the imperfect
and mysteries misunderstood… he would pursue
to worship well by labored love and wisdom overdue
his courage swirled as a typhoon
he counted craters on the moon
I wonder if she knows me now…
her Galileo Galilei… one
who held the priceless key, that also
ignorance in men can teach me lessons,
understand..from their tiny, tidy glee… they
toast from a static earth saloon
I too, count craters on my moon
I wonder if she’ll hold me still…
I count the wounds… my lunar heart… marred
fresh aware of impact pain, a silent plane
no voices heard… a witness scar
that punctured deep, a heart made bare
why tides, like clockwork, ebb and swoon
he counts the beauty of her moon
I marvel how she pulls me so…
Her starlight shines, both warm and clean
a fission heat that melts my lips, and winks
and waits beside our choices seen
and finish well… mission complete
I hide within her sweet eclipse
to hold the beauty of her kiss
