A COSMIC DANCE From Tycho on the Moon A juggling act I see A star whose rays light up the stage Of all eternity The prop: a mottled ball Of blue and white and green Spinning through the shining light With softly glowing sheen. The juggler has keen balance I’ve never seen him fail. Just once in recent memory This mottled ball grew pale. The spotlight shone a beam Upon some creatures there Who almost burned their little world By launching their own flare. The ball came close to death From pole to farthest shore; But then men learned a gentler way Which has no use for war. The precious ball revived Still lit up by the sun Alive with love and hopes for peace. Somehow the show goes on.
Brian Yapko is a lawyer whose poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Prometheus Dreaming, Sparks of Calliope, Wingless Dreamer, Gyroscope, Cagibi, Penumbra, the Society of Classical Poets, Grand Little Things, Chained Muse, Abstract Elephant, Poetica and a number of other publications. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico with his husband, Jerry, and their canine child, Bianca.