Breathless

“There’s no gravity on the moon
Because there’s no air.
It’s air that keeps us stuck to the earth.”
— seriously, my university roommate, a science major . . .

Night on the river
Away from the lights —
Sit in a gently rocking boat
Drift with the current
Hear singers at a bonfire
Just a faraway spark of sound —

Ripples play with the sides of the boat
Out there, over by the weedbeds,
A large pike lofts after the moon
But splats back heavily into the glassy water.

Up I look at the stars
Inexplicable bright sparks
Shining enigmatically
Eyes looking back
Searching for me
On the dark river
In my little boat.

If I could hold my breath
I could drift up
Go there;
It’s breath holds me here
The act of breathing
Acknowledging the air
That binds me here.
I could walk on the moon
Spread stars like moondust
Look back at you
See you
Find you
Breathless

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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