Poem for the Solstice and Lunar Eclipse
The hovering. The apex. The nadir.
The yin. The yang.
All that mystical jazz.
Altogether now as the blond dame said,
put your lips together and blow-
just the tiniest puff
as if you were trying to fill
but not burst the soap bubble.
Ah, did you feel that?
The Universe teeters and tumbles,
falling suddenly into tomorrow
where we’ve all been before.
And look up there-
our cool shade is carving a grin
on the Man in the Moon.
Things are turning out just fine
after all.
If you have a drum
go ahead beat it.
-Patrick Murfin
The yin. The yang.
All that mystical jazz.
Altogether now as the blond dame said,
put your lips together and blow-
just the tiniest puff
as if you were trying to fill
but not burst the soap bubble.
Ah, did you feel that?
The Universe teeters and tumbles,
falling suddenly into tomorrow
where we’ve all been before.
And look up there-
our cool shade is carving a grin
on the Man in the Moon.
Things are turning out just fine
after all.
If you have a drum
go ahead beat it.
-Patrick Murfin