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