multi-verse

i close my eyes
and am trans-
ported, quartered
on the moon
with a view
back to
earth
and
the
hue
of the
planet of
my birth is
green and blue
and other colors too
but primarily green and
blue and the mood through
the viewscreen back to the life
i once knew is overwhelming or per-
haps it's the lighter gravity or the
hops as in the six-pack the rus-
sian smuggled up in the last
supply drop - drinking every
last drop and then staring
into the screen and the
longing to return to
the planet so blue
and green returns
so strong and true
an emotion that it's
hard to pull away.

no, the
beer wasn't
real. it was as
light gravity as
light waves bend
and race and every
little piece of matter
touches another.

at least i wasn't
headed out of
the solar system
toward a possible
earth-like planet.
at least i could still
see the home-world.

wooden tubing to
conduct artistic
experiments
in space in
my down
-time.

time
dilation.
time
cessation.

rather the
former yet
probably the
latter with my
luck here in the
rusty moonbase
with miles of hall-
ways within which to
think and ponder and
pronounce poetry to the
ever listening computer.

artificial intelligence.
robotic gentlemen.
soothing symphonies.
cryogenic emotions.

many poems in one.
hallways to roam for
days, camping out
in some quadrant,
one of the bubbles
with a view of the
earth and the vast
darkness of space.

periods of work,
planting the seeds,
then freedom to breathe
pure poetry probably not
understandable, knotted,
intertwined.

Such is life,
on the moon.