Sea of Tranquility

I'd like to see the moon up close myself.
That men have walked across her face is strange
To me. Imprints of feet and flying flags
Still wave in her still airs, and if you had
A spaceship you could go there for yourself
And feel that it is warmer than you thought
Within the rich, dark black of space where your
Body's weight disappears into thin air.
It may be I will travel there myself
To tear down all the flags that stilly wave
O'er emptiness and place my foot in dust,
To feel myself as Neil Armstrong did feel
When he opened the hatch of The Eagle
And stepped giantly on the Face of God.

Tomatoes

Though plump and round,
There is slicing and dicing
And cut fingers,

Blood running down,
Tasting salty, ferrous,
Holding against

Sting of citric acid
From globular fruit,
Fresh from the vine.

What Is Life?

Poetry is much easier to write
Than to live.
In here, the words and spaces and images
Are easy to control.
Out there, the words and spaces and images
Are out to get you.

If you will fill these words and spaces and images
With love for me
In here,
Then I will fill your words and spaces and images
With love for you
Out there.

Don't ever imagine--
Not for one minute!
That you were not the one I have been searching for this entire time.
Don't ever believe--
Not even for a second!
That I will not leap from this page to defend you.

No, love does not just continue without some effort,
And romances are won with much more difficulty
Than they are in the movies.
This business is lonely, and cold,
And done in robes and slippers beneath the cold moon's eye.
There is still much work to do.