Scraping the surface–
Or so I wished.
I’d take the surface.
Like an astronaut.
But even that’s a
Rocket ride away.
And I can’t do the math
To get from A to B.
So I stare up at others’ footprints,
As I think of moondust in my shoes,
Kicking back and soaking up the sun
Without an atmosphere. Now, that’d be nice.