Armstrong's lost letter
Walking on the Moon is similar to
swimming offshore, the blue Earth
like the distant coastline. You can
hear the shouting, happy children
running on sand. Fathers rowing
running on sand. Fathers rowing
dinghies fifty yards out, weird
inflatable satellites, their
inflatable satellites, their
daughters shouting
messages back
to Mom
messages back
to Mom
if you
listen hard
you might also hear
lovers kissing in the dunes.
The ocean is so deep out here,
you might also hear
lovers kissing in the dunes.
The ocean is so deep out here,
cold too. And me? I'm just
treading water. Leaving
prints upon the
moon.
First published at Ink, Sweat & Tears April 2016