Moon
Being tenants of this Earth
We gave praise to the spaciousness,
While filling in the barrenness
With mud-huts and sticks.
The challenge and promise
To advance gave sunlight new meaning:
Fields tilled; berries picked;
And, weather reports,
Occupied the Farmer’s thoughts.
For stretching into Spring seemed
An eyes blink of each great leap
Of an account books figures.
I often think of Armstrong’s hand;
The way in which it blocked-out
The Earth.
Space,
No longer free
Of individual destiny,
Seeks the smallness
Of things.
This is what the Sharecropper
Knew,
As those first steps
Were
Taken,
And,
Our deeds
Live on
In timeless, transcendent,
Space.
