Her Family Hikes to a Lake

Her Family Hikes to a Lake

A Poem by Floundering About

This town never is
(we discuss on the trail)
it was.  Fresh from the New city
her eldest brother wants “s**t food.”
He wants to sin with each burger bite, but
the burger never is.
His teeth plunge impotently into
like so last decade.

“Why do Native Americans believe
that sage smoke is purifying?”
her husband asks her youngest brother
(on the shore)
waving purification in aspirational movements.
We look away He looks away
to the moon from the moon,
over the lake.  A former astro- still too New.

naut, white-haired, five-second dissolves to a New scene
when, brown-haired, he aspired
to the moon.
Over the lake at night the moon eclipses.
Over the desert it is chalky.
Over the jungle it nearly drips.
Still it remains unreachable, except
to the astronaut who tells us
over the course of the documentary
that it was white and that he bounced
as well as various technical details
of the malfunctioning trajectory computer.

Speaking of falling helplessly over the moon,
her youngest brother comments
(on our way back to town)
that looking up at an eagle is
like a spiritual experience.  Over his talking head
we hear the flute track.

© 2010 Floundering About

Author's Note

Floundering About
Major edit (yet again) on August 5.

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Added on August 2, 2010
Last Updated on August 6, 2010
Tags: spiritual, death, new, astronaut, documentary, film, moon, aspire, city