Jan. 22nd, 2011

cedarmyna: illustrated image of a white bird on a branch at night (Default)
learning to live on the moon

we believed we needed to breathe
even after all our other needs
receded when they weren't met.

even after the sun stopped rising
and our feet stopped reaching the ground,

we thought: surely there must be something constant -
something solid, like air - something sound.

we thought: as long as we have our helmets;
we thought: as long as we hold our breath,

right up to the moment we stepped outside
queasy and weightless, and realized
we hadn't yet smothered to death.

February 2011

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