The Poem About Crater Jumping
A Poem by Brigid Cooley
The dust in our eyes must have come from the same star.
That's the only way I can explain how you manage to see me so clearly.
Lesson one: the universe has an abundant supply of options.
It will always have something, someone, to spend its lifetime with.
Moonwalkers have it a bit harder.
They struggle to keep their feet on the ground; their shoulders like the way they look when they are clothed in clouds.
Starlight and fireflies look the same from a distance,
but once a view becomes familiar,
Astronauts learn to tell the difference.
You thought breathing was hard?
Try crater jumping without the assurance that someone if there to catch you.
Your eyes are cloudy, but I know that they see past the meteor debris.
Your soul understand what my metaphors mean.
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