Newborn Songs At Night

I was born of the moon
and I bloom at night.

The sun is at the other end of the galaxy
and I see him only as a speck
in my mother's eye.

When she's cross, she throws an eclipse
and people speak of armageddon.
But her anger is like a pot boiling over
and the world is soon humming along as usual.

The stars follow my mother the moon
like a flock of goslings,
wheeling and tumbling from nebula to nebula.
They fizzle, sputter and fall
and their place in line
is filled by the newly-hatched.

The sun always has his way
because he's got the loudest voice
but many things are nourished
by the moon's lullabies.

Snails are moved to flights of passion
and empires of frogs rise and fall
under the moon's milky blanket.

Very soon I'll lose my wings and tail
and I'll drop to the earth
like a seed pod.
And I'll scurry about
under the sun's bluster and blare.

But I'll dream of my mother at night
as she gently rocks
the tides and me.

David Aronson
September 2006