Satellite Feed, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Indeed, our closest neighbor
Blemished, cratered, companion

The dawn of our species looks up
To ponder. Slow waltz back and forth
Blood red, sometimes a sultry song

Of blue. What of paintings, drawings
And poetry, innumerous surely
In ode to you. Cosmic inspector

Invoking silk passions, rippling reflection
On a clear beach night. Haunting calls
From wise birds, canine howls

In cloaked forest frightened night
Tug you do, on the seas, like a spouse
Involuntarily pulls on your share

Of the blanket, then gives it back
Maybe you were proud for the ages
That out of reach you were for us

Until that small step and footprint
Made us hunger for more. I hope
You don’t feel discarded or jealous

Of the red planet. You will always
Be our first, our celestial muse, waiting
To take another night to avenues

Of embrace, silent in confidence
Our heads rest on pillow, we stare out
The window in dream, or in anxiety

Wondering if slumber will greet us
And impatient for dawn to come
Annoying us with insomnia

Or in want of a lullaby into the sweet
R.E.M. bringing us images of desire

What witness you’ve been to the
Turmoil of earth and to all creatures
All it’s storms, volcanic eruptions

And you’ve taken the hits of meteors
Like a bodyguard, Secret Service
But you stepped aside for one collide

Cretaceous impact terrible lizard died
You’ve reigned over every pharaoh
Every Caesar, every Prime Minister

You’ve watched all of our wars
Wars of futility, because ultimately
You will outlast us

So regardless of our arrogance
Or perhaps humble inadequate words

We will look upwards and write
In contemplation and delight.
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