P O E T R Y

Mare Imbrium (Sea of Showers)

A poem of isolation and longing for Earth

Photo by Alexander Andrews on Unsplash

I live in a house on the Moon
far out on a silver sea
no wind, no clouds
no mist, no storms
a sky that’s never blue

Gray lands of silt and dust and scree
plains once thought to be vast seas
stretch far out past the crater rim —
mare incognita to me

The Sun is blinding, then black
Earth hangs in the sky
like a great cosmic fruit
juicy round and ripe
and my dreams pulse with colors
yellow blue and green
and my mind grows trees
deep forests of moss, lake, and vine
cotton clouds and sweet smelling grass
paths that wander, twist, and wind

I live in a house on the Moon
far out on a silver plain
I miss faces smiling back at me
voices warm with shared feelings
the antics of my dog and laughter
the ocean and the mountains high
but most of all
I miss the rain