Day 3: Walking on the Moon

Billowing dust lingers like a magic carpet
with each bounding step across
a ground made of white cheese:
parmesean beneath a rising body
floating through the absence of gravity.
                 lacking a center
                      I tumble
head over heel over head over heel
around a crater gaping wide,
a mouth that cannot swallow
that what won’t fall in.

There’s little gravity on the moon.
No amount of seriousness will
create a weight upon my shoulders.
The burdens of that speck (so far away)
drift off, lost among the tiny dots
that may or may not exist anymore.

Nothing can hold me down
(except – of course – myself)

(c) Lindsey Smith


About PenniCash

A single mother and educator, often tired and on an MMO when able. I think too much, sleep too little, and always hold onto that tomorrow is a fresh day. View all posts by PenniCash

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