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