Heralded events capture our attention and imagination, sometimes to the exclusion of more mundane but equally miraculous manifestations. Can a flight of birds, for instance, outshine a supermoon as happened on Cape Cod's Coast Guard Beach at 4:54 P. M. Monday?
SUCH A FUSS
Such a fuss about Ms Moon these days,
she all full of her pompous perigee syzygy self.
You’d think she was the sole
belle at the ball.
Mars has two, excuse me,
Fear and Panic,
and bloated Jupiter fifty-three.
Saturn cuddles sixty-two
and rings, too!
What made me yes! in awe on the Atlantic beach
where I watched her coolly
ascend the eastern sea
was the flock of flighty gulls that shamed
la bella luna
by silently passing between
sea and sky,
between her and me and
the crowd gathered
with scopes and binoculars and iThings
raised to the four-fifty-four sky,
raised in obeisance to miracle-making optics
while rouged Ms Moon went unregarded by the gulls,
save for their fleeting moonshadows,
grudgingly marking in the ancient sand
No eyes looked down
to regard that.