It isn’t often you
get to see images
of childhood fantasy
played out in real time,
but when you do,
oh, man.
The future has been slow-
slower in coming than
I had been expecting.
But every now and then,
we catch up.
Oh, man.
I would
bet on
some life
elsewhere
.
the chances
of something
more complex
raise more doubts
.
from one cell to
many, changing
metabolics
ever harder
.
if I were to bet
on any much less
many eyes gazing
back at us from far
.
long
odds
.
.
.
.
.
but the universe is longer
The trees knew the Moon before
our ancestors lived in them
they had long ago fallen in love
with its changing silver light
even though it didn’t nourish them
perhaps even because of it.
They whispered to us
when we came around
and we fell in love, too.
High as trees could reach
the moon was too far away.
But even that far back
we knew it was not too far
for us
eventually
We promised
when some day we went
we would bring it back
to them.
Jupiter’s haunted
can you even imagine
the size of those ghosts?
