The moon in her chariot of pearl
What if it’s the there
and not the here
that I long for?
and not the wait,
in the lost feet
the faraway street
and the way the moon
quite the same.
The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.
Was Apollo worth all the effort and expense? If it had been about the Moon, the answer would be no, but it wasn’t, it was about the Earth. The answer is yes. The only thing I can’t see in all this is a rationale for going back. Unless we could find a way to take everyone.
Sam yelled, “Isn’t this what life is for, granddad? Skiing on a moon of Saturn!
“What about your family, Abu Huwa? Are you an orphan?
Fail as fast as you can as much as you can and then you will know what Success is.
I’m a survivor. And like the moon, I have a feeling it would take a truly spectacular event to keep me from taking my place in the scheme of things, waxing, waning, and eclipsing notwithstanding.
Man has reached the moon, but twenty centuries ago a poet knew the enchantments that would make the moon come down to earth.
You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an ending. Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. Every flower returns to sleep with the earth. The journey of the sun and moon is predictable. But yours, is your ultimate