we long to press our footprints in
-to her milky skin, see once and for
all if she truly is made of stone,
reflecting light that’s not her own.
we long to build ourselves a tiny
cottage there, a place to escape to
when the binds of home won’t do
and we need a quiet place to write
new songs. we long to swallow her
whole, make a wish to follow her
far across this deep bright sky.
we won’t stay long. we know
she’s got a thousand miles to go,
pulled and pooled by time and tide.
we just want to know her, now.
NovPAD, day 26.