Floating Rock (Terza Rima)

It floats as gently as a feather
It goes again from side to side
It does not want to leave the ether;

This rock about thirteen miles wide
Descends the sky as if it’s but
A bubble boat in tranquil tide.

It’s making every man a nut;
The place it goes not one can go
The zig the zag, so is its strut

It’s coming we certainly know;
Such spectacle that all can see,
One brimming with smirky glow

That spans the times from birth in sea:
It has the skeletons of days
Those of the past and those to be,

But would it give us murky haze
Or give us light in places cold,
Or maybe it improves by blaze

As gold. Is it to love, to scold -
The human race is very bad
As told… Is it to push, to hold?

Is such the fate the dino’s had
That they are not with us today?
Although our time’s been just a tad
Although compelling is the sway
What really causes the delay?