MOONSTRUCK

TO THE MOON 

Art thou pale for weariness 

Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, 

Wandering companionless 

Among the stars that have a different birth, 

And ever changing, like a Joyless eye 

That finds no object worth its constancy? 

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) 

At Left: Harvest Moon, 2006 

New York, NY 2006