Slipping the Reins
Image courtesy of NASA via Unsplash Once you've been on the Moon for a while you find you're less certain of what you see when you look back at Earth once you knew the green was grass and trees oceans azure blue this shape: Africa, that one: Iceland At this distance spatial temporal structures, histories, memories, bonds merge, fade distort beneath ever-morphing white streaks The day comes Helios illumines an impressionist circle on the BLACK one-dimensional your feet lose their memory of solid ground The one thing you're sure of with nothing to distract you you can feel it subtle as dew in chill twilight your dusty perch drifting outward inch by inch slipping gravity's reins