To The Moon

The world and the way we see it.

To The Moon

 

I want to fly to the moon.

Not to get away.

But to see the world for what it is.

 

When I look up,

I watch a plane racing.

I wonder what the chopper’s chasing.

I never look beyond our makings.

 

I forget that even when the sky is gray

Those clouds have as much to say

As the blues and whites we want every day.

 

But we rush, and we run, and we ramble.

We’ve been fooled to believe

That our big heads are superior,

That our lives are so full of allure,

That the world should be ignored.

 

When I look down,

There’s too much concrete.

Socks and shoes hide my feet.

All I see is what we create.

 

I forgot that even when the grass overgrows

And the sun beats on burning sands and stones

I still miss the feel of them between my toes.

 

But we rush, and we run, and we ramble.

We’ve been trained to believe

What’s behind doors and on mantles

Is infinitely more impressive and vital

Than coastal, sedimental, subcontinental.

 

Wind whispers and wakes the hairs on your head.

Steady rain plays all varieties of melodies.

Butterflies can still mystify the human eye.

 

I want to fly to the moon

Not to get away.

Free my mind, get a new perspective.

Think again, get a clear directive.

Enjoy the views and start to live.

Reviews

[Allegra Patkos]

Beautiful -- it sounds almost like a realization, an epiphany.