And with that the Night opened its mouth
To gather the stars’ light and swallow the galaxy into darkness.
Becoming a black hole of impossible possibilities,
It breathes a sigh of lightened relief,
A load born to only one that had conquered the light.
The day was never revisited
and transitory spaces of time
It was only dark oblivion
or bright sunlight thrown from the mouth of night’s stomach,
only to be swallowed later by night’s fierce appetite.
Who will slay the beast?
What man, woman, or child
will let nature’s natural transition be reinstated?
The man said no,
the woman too.
The child looked up.
and asked the bottomless mouth of night
to eat only half the stars,
only a quarter of the moon,
sometimes a half,
sometimes the whole.
Thus, began the equinoxes,
began the transitions in the night.
Thus twilight took its place,
Next to sunset, sunrise, dawn, and dusk.
And beauty was revisited
And awe was human’s first breath into nature’s abode.