space

out back
counting
stars, lying
back on a
swing,
staring
up -
trying to
stir feelings
of being afloat
on the open sea
in a dinghy perhaps,
just a rucksack to
take short naps.

the metal bar
holding the
swing takes
away from
the illusion
a bit, but
the
   rocking
       motion
slight back
and forth...

and the world
continues to spin.

intense feelings
dull, get weaker.

the solitude was
palatable in the
rooms - the way
he walked thru
them.

and time is a funny
concept maybe.
unrelenting
moments
slipping
forward.

marooned
on the moon
in june, the hero,
or hapless space-
poet, ponders with
perplexing propensity
continuing sending
messages to the
universe at large
and calling it
poetry.

trapped with one foot
on the earth and the
other in outer space.

not the solar system,
but way out there where
stars collide and it's es-
pecially cold and barren.

and it's a feat to be able
to exist in two realms at
once, but as the planet
spins, my foot slips off.

earthbound dreamer,
downtown feeler,
terrestial feeder;

all these things
let me know
where my
home is

the string theory study
paid off in the end as i
was able to find a way
to nudge myself into
the fifth dimension
as a way to escape
the moon. for a time
anyway. i still seem
to have a link to the
moon in the third
dimension via
the fourth -
which is,
of course,
time.