Moon River

With the last GBC meet of the year hovering this week, I spent a few moments this morning reading poetry, the theme of the month. As it is unlikely I can make an appearance, I will contribute one small verse virtually both in nod to the meeting, to tomorrow morning's lunar eclipse, and to the recent information that women who are successful are more likely to be single as they age:

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?

- P. B. Shelley