STEVE-OKEEFE

The moon is wise, endlessly alone, as it lovingly illuminates blackness... Eerily still, sentient. I wonder if the moon thinks out loud? Does it laugh? Or weep tears? Or simply tirelessly pray heavenly blessings down upon stumbling, silly human beings, as they frantically search for peace within their reach.

Here is what my moon looks like: Through the phases It always finds itself whole once again No matter to something Waning No matter to something Full No matter to something New No matter if it's Blue Or in the middle of Harvest But at the end of the day Everything remains Super And like the moon I find myself whole again. — Renee Klopsch

Sixty years ago, the moon was a flat shining object in the sky. With my binoculars, I now see a three-dimensional object. It seems clear that the moon is not shining, but is partly illuminated by an unseen source of light. The moon has changed a lot in sixty years. — Mark O-Keefe