An Orb Away
by Minali Nigam, MS2
I wonder if the sun and moon could ever be the same
Rising and falling as a single entity
Luminescent, cyclically bound, undivided.
The laws of physics say otherwise
Earth’s rotation permitting only
One phase in one place
A high tide lurking underneath a dark sky
A shadow cast when the rays descend light.
Day and night, black and white, peace and fight
A dichotomy of senses
A postulation with no middle ground
The assumption that opposition captures entirety
Seems mundanely confined to be sound.
Then triumph cannot come without loss
Awakening of parenthood without waning of breath
Healing and hurting
Courage and fear
Resistant, simultaneous contradiction.
An epiphany of time
No sense of permanence, an obscure transience
Footprints in the sand washed away at second glance
Passing the torch, greatness is fickle
Knowledge gained through relativity.
There is unexplored terrestrial space
An interstellar of all fates
Accepting a spectrum of thought
Never forgetting what is lost.
I wonder when the sun and moon will be the same
When heart will be core, when cohesiveness will be mantle
Crusted with visions of transcendence
Into another existence, united in flight.