earth and sun and moon

excitement builds

like the dropping of the ball

on new year’s eve

except the ball is much brighter

and times square stretches

across the continent

–

gentlemen in power ties

break from their power offices

to don cheap sunglasses

and stare at the heavens

“It’s only a small break” they say

–

then the rock begins to pass

in front of the star

and night comes in daytime

with cheering

and car horns

and fireworks

as adults return to their childhood

and children who stopped believing in magic

can’t help but wonder

whether God is real

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This is the nineteenth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim