The full moon shone brightly
through the night and in the
morning it began its muted

descent just as the sun was
beginning to shine brightly
and would all morning long.

To this event all creation
was drawn, this new dawn —
except much of humanity,

which was distracted by
whatever it was by which
it was distracted in that

particular moment, some-
thing it deemed supreme,
something about which it

would scream in utterly
distracted preoccupation.
In the mean time, the trees

and the bushes and the
flowers and the grasses
and the birds and bugs and

the rabbits and the chipmunks
and everything else came out
to the dawn, including the

earth, the humus from which
humanity came, and all one
cell creatures — being drawn

to the light in something
like an act of worship except
much of humanity who reserved

that observance for one hour
a week when they would go
into an enclosure, turn on

the lights and talk about
raising money to keep the
enclosure from deteriorating

and then having the bugs and
vermin and weeds and what-
ever take over.