i was on a voyage to the moon
on a paper bottom boat.
my back to the sun, only
my shadow for company.
celestial seas. solar winds
in my sail. crossroads of time
map or compass.
my frosting heart and
throbbing fingers beg—
deeper into the sub-zero emptiness.
adrift in the void sea. sand no longer
in the crusts of my eyes. the sky is clear
and black. there are no constellations.
the pulp base of my boat ripped,
creatures from below feed
on the open sores of my feet.
i count the days left in my possession.
stars align, their message clear.
i am in ecstasy. i tear apart
the bottom of my vessel.
swollen, screaming hands. i fall
into the hole, entering back into earth’s
atmosphere, weightless, into
the open arms of the concrete,
finally reaching my destination.