Blue Moon (Full Moon) (2:30 AM)

I am not a scientist

Or whatever

Nor an astrologist

But I’m in my backyard

Cloaked in mineral blue light

Looking through my telescopes

At the full moon

This last night of July

First morning of August

And I can see 

Where the heavy debris

Of a cow 

Trying to jump

Over the moon

Just didn’t make it

Falling short

Creating the

Tycho Crater

Spreading schrapnel

For hundreds of miles

As the impact 

Of solid calcium

Bovine bones

Skull

And thick scarred flesh

Battered lunar bedrock

Fashioning

Mountains 

Furrows

Canyons

Gorges

And dry empty oceans

Radiating

From Ground Zero

Like vericose veins

While

I may not be

Galilei

Kepler

Ptolemy

Or Muhammad ibn Musa al-Khwarizmi

It’s right there

In the blue lenses

Of telescopes

I am also reminded

How good the first

Ripe peaches

Of summer taste

As I rotate the fruit

On it’s axis

Exposing the nut of the pit

The core

Syrup pouring down my chin

Throwing the center

Deep into the blue night

The earth never trembling

From it’s impact