Poem: "New Earth"

NEW EARTH

It was a new earth.
He knew it.
The night was walking away
and all things had become new.
The air outside
wore a new shirt
as it passed by his window,
and the street,
he was sure,
was proud of its pavement
this morning.
All the cars
were set to start
as if they were the latest inventions,
and a mighty heart
was beating in each chest
in each house.
Even the moon,
he knew,
was folding up
a silver blanket
it had just made
and taking it along
as it disappeared
in a morning sky
no one had ever seen before.