Sunday, December 18, 2016

The Show Must Go On


The moon only chases us around 
nothing better to do I guess 
And the stars just sit and blink while they watch our every move.
We're the reality show of the universe.

Dramas and tragedies 
chaos and love 
sex and suffering 
A soap opera for comets. 
Broadway for the nebulae. 

They bust out the cosmic tissues during the sad parts 
and lean forward en masse 
star-dusted brows raised 
when things get really juicy. 

Laughing and crying with us 
Giving a galactic cheer when we're great 
Groaning and throwing their tickets 
into black holes with disgust 
when we bore or disappoint. 

Some of us are celebrities on the universal stage
I'm sure 
The stones and mountains are their paparazzi 
auroras and rainbows their awards. 

And who can fault them for so shamelessly tuning in? 
Where else in this grand sea of matter and space 
can you catch such spectacular theatrics? 
The spotlight is on us and we, 
in all of our glory and misery, are the real stars. 
Break a leg.

~Becky Robbins

Photo: "Trickey Pond", Naples, Maine by Becky Robbins.



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