missing the point

The banality of the first stanza really sets this piece up well. When you think about it, what could be more banal than a chunk of rock that's been circling the earth for millions of years.

And yet, we would not be here were it not for the tidal forces of the moon. Further to this, I am yet to meet a person who doesn't occaisionally look up to the night sky and  just....wonder.....

The pulling back to reality of the final stanza is excellent, containing as it does, another touch of the banal and also hinting at mankinds need to label everything, seeing designs in the random scattering of our furnace mothers.

Certainly a fine read.

Mos.