The moon I see is the same one that my mother and father
looked up at when they were children,
the same one my grandfather kissed my grandmother under,
the same moon that shone in the days that
Thomas Edison invented the light bulb, the same one that
shined on Michel Angelo and Leonardo da Vinci,
the same moon of the Mayans and the Incas,
the same moon, thousands of years ago, of the Pharaohs
of ancient Egypt and the early dynasties of China,
the same moon that the great mastodons and dinosaurs
roamed under, the same one that a distant relative of mine
is looking at right now in Ireland and I, here,
an ocean away. We are all so intricately and
forever connected to each other.
~ Patty Ann Smith
