By Rubana Islam
Who has time to marvel at your beauty anymore?
But please, be your luminous self anyway
Your 360 degrees of champagne white.
We may have forgotten you stole the sun’s shine
So we may drink in some stolen moments of beauty
But dear moon, wax, wane, crescent or full
Because Jupiter may have 79 and Mars may have 2
but we have only you.
Do not submit to the halogen lit conversations
and lithium powered connections
Off when they die in the middle of the night
your glory is our only salvation.