MOON

One day I want to walk on the moon

Though I know there are no days on the moon

Tell time according to the gears of a clock

I have investigated this moon

Closely in my daily life, collecting

Moon dust and rocks off the kitchen floor

That is just as cold as the surface of the moon

I don’t hold my breath

So I sink to the bottom of the swimming pool

And walk on the floor as if it was the moon

I sleep in bedrooms without roofs as much as I can

To close my eyes, to feel as close to the silence

As must be on the moon

I drink till I get sick to perfect my orbits

I talk to people about the moon

Not for their science, but for its sound

That rolls as a word as round as moon in the mouth

I take pictures of crescents, harvests and blues

Each day of the month, recollecting each type of moon

I sit in my room for hours writing about the world outside.

To practice what life I would live on the moon.