The moon only chases us around
nothing better to do I guess
And the stars just sit and blink while they watch our every move.
We're the reality show of the universe.
Dramas and tragedies
chaos and love
sex and suffering
A soap opera for comets.
Broadway for the nebulae.
They bust out the cosmic tissues during the sad parts
and lean forward en masse
star-dusted brows raised
when things get really juicy.
Laughing and crying with us
Giving a galactic cheer when we're great
Groaning and throwing their tickets
into black holes with disgust
when we bore or disappoint.
Some of us are celebrities on the universal stage
The stones and mountains are their paparazzi
auroras and rainbows their awards.
And who can fault them for so shamelessly tuning in?
Where else in this grand sea of matter and space
can you catch such spectacular theatrics?
The spotlight is on us and we,
in all of our glory and misery, are the real stars.
Break a leg.
Photo: "Trickey Pond", Naples, Maine by Becky Robbins.