and one day soon
i will go to the moon
take a quick break
one wednesday noon
between meetings
writing two-page briefing notes
i will pay with bitcoin
for my ride and root beer floats
in a faraway place
where the standard time is gmt+10
a stranger lives (alone?)
my angst he seems to understand
together we may go to the moon
with ripped jeans and purple bandanas
have a picnic lunch
with ice wine and mini bananas
talk about ways to get around
with compass cards
from 1100 chestnut st
watch the summer stars
and then to darling harbour
we will fly away
have cake and coffee at soul origin
one stormy day
reflect on maya and the sorrow of androids
laugh about collecting dreams and getting through life
i will get the blueberry jam and brie
you get the sparkling champagne and ceramic knife
together for the first time
we will have dinner
until dawn talking about spirals paired
there’s no saint and sinner
will you reach out
never…or soon?
a break with me perhaps
one wednesday noon?
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What a beautiful piece, Sobhana, from the title on. The moon is a wonderful place, way better than Darling Harbour. When I read your poem I remembered one of my old stories, set on the earth and the moon, where the protagonist has two lives, one in each place. A bit like me I guess, compartmentalized, although I’m afraid I may be divided into more than two pieces. I’m pretty sure the best version of me is wandering around the Sea of Serenity drinking ice wine. 😃
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Thank you, Steve. I think I spotted your best version around Burrard Inlet yesterday 🙂
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My pleasure, Sobhana. I’m a little frightened to ask exactly how I appeared …
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A monk on a motorcycle…quite sure that’s how you appeared 🙂
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