Poets United, Thursday Think Tank #87 – Moon
[Image courtesy: Poets United]
I used to go
by the name
of Selena
in my most
private notebooks.
I used to dream of
living up there
and doing some job
whatever there is
of importance
that I get assigned.
That idea had come
from a book
or the books
I was reading
back then –
When I was thirteen.
Yet, the moon was too boring
I thought later on.
Can’t even imagine
in fact “living” on it.
There’s no sun as we know it,
There’s no air,
or green grass or parks
to just stroll in.
Not work in, mind you.
Close all the blinds
And dream of the sunlight!
Clearly, the important work
I had to be doing up there,
had worn me off
while I had been growing.
So, my girl named Selena
stayed way behind
on those notebooks
that are all hidden
inside
a black plastic bag
along with some other
disturbingly teenage stuff.
More twists of years passed
and new girls appeared,
their eyes – so beautiful and clear,
who tempted me
out of my gloom.
I readily opened my windeye –
and I saw the Moon.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva