What's it like on the moon?
I have no idea, said the baboon,
Have you a notion,
Oh, wild, deep ocean?
Not I, not I, hush my dear mind,
By the salt in my body,
The only moon I find,
Is that on my surface,
Glistening in the wash,
I know nothing of what may be above,
But suggestion,
Reflection is what I have,
And so what you ask of me,
To tell you of the void,
Yet in my lamina,
The place which captures light,
The moon is a dainty lantern,
Kinetic and bright,
A disk of favour upon me,
Such wonder and much luck,
The pale spot of the milky lamp,
To me, it is no mystery,
Yet I prefer the fishes,
The octopus and squid,
They fulfill my energy,
Beneath my moonlit lid.
Rowan Blair Colver
I have no idea, said the baboon,
Have you a notion,
Oh, wild, deep ocean?
Not I, not I, hush my dear mind,
By the salt in my body,
The only moon I find,
Is that on my surface,
Glistening in the wash,
I know nothing of what may be above,
But suggestion,
Reflection is what I have,
And so what you ask of me,
To tell you of the void,
Yet in my lamina,
The place which captures light,
The moon is a dainty lantern,
Kinetic and bright,
A disk of favour upon me,
Such wonder and much luck,
The pale spot of the milky lamp,
To me, it is no mystery,
Yet I prefer the fishes,
The octopus and squid,
They fulfill my energy,
Beneath my moonlit lid.
Rowan Blair Colver
