A Poem For Today - Objects In The Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear
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KEN DICKINSON
Feb 16, 2026, 11:18:46 AM (12 days ago) Feb 16
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Objects In The Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear
It's hard to tell
that the face of the moon
is as much like a man's
as god's. Out yonder,
in the world without us,
who's to say? —
Either we get in the way,
or things make use of us.
Half-way around the globe
from where they started,
the static sound of starlings
echoes off the barn roof.
Spiders weave in the spokes
of wheels, and stars
circle unsuspecting suns.
Little do we know,
the world has a talent
for making itself at home.
Meanwhile, we paint our self-
portraits on everything
imaginable, then hold
them up like mirrors.
Our mercurial brushes
grow longer, our skills
more acute. Dust clouds
the vision, tinder
to the eye. So we burn
trees to save the forests, burn
air to fly afar. We do, we say.
We can. The time
is close at hand. Time was
(said a man)
you could tell the weather from the moon.
That was before another
broke the quicksilver distance
and walked all over it.
Now you can't tell a thing.
Alice B. Fogel
It's hard to tell
that the face of the moon
is as much like a man's
as god's. Out yonder,
in the world without us,
who's to say? —
Either we get in the way,
or things make use of us.
Half-way around the globe
from where they started,
the static sound of starlings
echoes off the barn roof.
Spiders weave in the spokes
of wheels, and stars
circle unsuspecting suns.
Little do we know,
the world has a talent
for making itself at home.
Meanwhile, we paint our self-
portraits on everything
imaginable, then hold
them up like mirrors.
Our mercurial brushes
grow longer, our skills
more acute. Dust clouds
the vision, tinder
to the eye. So we burn
trees to save the forests, burn
air to fly afar. We do, we say.
We can. The time
is close at hand. Time was
(said a man)
you could tell the weather from the moon.
That was before another
broke the quicksilver distance
and walked all over it.
Now you can't tell a thing.
Alice B. Fogel
Kurt Heyl
Feb 16, 2026, 11:25:06 AM (12 days ago) Feb 16
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Thanks Ken, a good one!
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Patricia Rios
Feb 16, 2026, 11:49:22 AM (12 days ago) Feb 16
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Wonderful, Ken!
Fernando Aranguiz
Feb 16, 2026, 1:03:20 PM (12 days ago) Feb 16
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Great poem!
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