Oh, there should be a waltz playing
behind this slow reveal—the Blue Danube
or a delicate Chopin piano tune—as
the moonshadow lowers at an oblique angle,
exposing the tiny blue dot seemingly
alone in the inkiness of space:
our home planet beamed back to us
like a dazzling smile, the place that holds
everyone we have ever known, ever loved,
which is why a gentle, lilting song might
remind us that all this fussing and fighting,
my friends, makes no sense. Here’s this
manmade creation sent into space for
a close moon flyby, looking over its shoulder
like a kid finding his balance on a two-wheeler,
pedaling off on a big explore. Its electronic
eye focuses backward on the third planet
from the sun silently emerging into its
star’s dazzle as if to say, Look: Home.
The only one you will ever know.
It’s not too late. Cherish it, and, while
you’re at it, each other.
And it might say, “Oh, look..there’s Dick Tracy at his computer again. He needs a haircut!”