Early this morning,
deep inside,
I discovered an image of
Luna, our lovely moon.
I found it completely by surprise
from within a steel pod;
a spaceship
surrounded by the loud, shuttering sound
of magnetic pulses;
a needle buried in my vein.
Compression, contrast,
a hot cold flash
of iodine
flowing through
tributaries,
quicksilver, radiant
in the darkened interiors
of my chest.
Silver traces that brightened monitors
in another room – another planet.
But back to that likeness of Luna…
there she was
perfectly preserved
on a computer screen.
Brilliant with soft light,
surrounded by night,
rounded, lined with
arroyos, canyons,
the ray systems of Tycho,
Copernicus, Kepler, Proclus
and something that looked like
Sea of Tranquility…
though tranquil it was not.
An electronic exploration
of what dwells deep inside,
nestled right next to
a small kernel of unspoken dread
and unquenchable hope,
each, buried side by side
within my breast.
Oh boy can I relate….