Fly Me To The Moon
by Notty Bumbo, 2016
Tonight we depart to the moon,
A simple vacation,
Even if fraught by variations on a theme.
The journey will be brief,
A simple jaunt across town,
But the obstacles are many,
The solutions vague and easily misunderstood.
We will, rest assured, arrive,
Will, in senses we are as yet unable to articulate,
Gather moss as a stone rolls,
Gather spring blossoms for the table,
Catch up in our trembling arms
The treasures of the Earth seeking shelter.
When we step upon its gradients,
Drifting in the spectral gravities,
We will think of where we have been,
The elegant wonders of our lives,
As though they were still in motion,
Still dreaming of us as we do them.
We will take in the thin silver air,
Enjoy the vistas of the Solar System,
Arrayed before us as on parade,
Eager to show off their revolving beauty.
Though it be cold,
We will sigh beneath the full Earth,
Joyous to see out home as though a jewel,
Something so easy to avoid,
As close-up we are too often blinded
By the unnecessary burdens we hold to,
Unable to see their uselessness.
And when we return,
We will enter our lives again
With lighter bodies, wider eyes,
The next time we stare at the moon,
We will see our true reflections.
We will understand our own curious spin,
Sailing across the silver air.