Alone in Kansas
far from love and moon
I tried to explain wistful
restlessness to the earth.
You know, I say, gesturing
as we do back home.
Our love had become
a slow leak in a space suit,
when all diagnostics shine
but heat, breath, life
slowly exhales via invisible
wounds. I grasped the umbilicus
but the mother ship was gone.
I though the current was flowing,
but my magboots had left
the hull alone in vacuum.
And…bereft of metaphors
but familiar with the pain,
everyone shook their heads,
nodded, and filed away
my useful lunar pain