AUTISM | THE MOON | POETIC PROSE
The Extraordinary Ordinary Moon People
A Truth of Hope – How ordinary people give us courage.
When I was a child, I had a telescope. When times were troubling and to calm me down, I would sit at my desk by the window and gaze at the Moon through my looking glass in awe of her glorious glow quietly searching the lunar landscape for treasured spoonfuls of exotically named places on the surface of the Moon.
Luna, now she’s as cold as she can be, her face seemingly stoic from afar, a narrow spectrum of hazy hues blotched busily in misty shades of white, rocky gray, and charcoal ash, as if strewn all about from a dustbin dipped brush upon an angry painter’s palette, but hidden beneath her pallid face lies a heart as warm as gold.
Seas of Craters everywhere, those maritime-less mares, not a drop of water even there, yet still I did not care, just happy they were there, transfixed in my squeaky wooden chair in my tiny little room.
Into the “Sea of Tranquility” dipped the first human toes, and not a better place could be chose, the whole world now even knows, the most-watched Ocean’s Eleven, our flag among the heavens, yet now face down upon the lava sea. Yet, as serene as she may seem, she’s not a place for dreams, for not a wink did he sleep, in a tiny capsule cast beneath Mother Earth’s sleepless eye.
Nearby, the “Sea of Nectar”, now she’s a little darker, and although a little harder, squint your eyes and you will see her, though so far away from Earth here, she’s as sweet as she can be. Some say she is haunted, but I wouldn’t be daunted, she’s the runt of the bunch, and better than you judge her by her rings and her rays as they zig-zag ‘cross her plains, as nowhere’s quite the same…