We Still Pursue The Moon #Poem by Jan Sand

That glowing skyball that smiles with craters
Every morning early as I walk the dawn park,
Sometimes lights my way before it chases day,
Ever beckoning to those who wish to ride
The firetail of rocketry past the sky into the speckled black
To wonder if he or she will ever make it back.

We are better, these days at rocket rides, and ambitions pursue
The science fiction dreams to dispatch entire industries where death
Awaits the inevitable lack of precise care, licking its lips for those trips
To become statistics that accepts the economics of a spacial hell
Where nothingness casts its spells, where carelessness is accepted
As a cost to snuff away brave lives lost as a normal accounting cost.

This wonder planet of unique gifts is presently enduring a Dr. Jekyll transformation
To a Hydish smashup to fulfill the greedy insanity of the human ogres in control.
Our human eyes, our noses, our talents to speak and think were developed planetwise
To breathe its air, tightly fitted to its gravity, its seas and seasons, forests and honeybees.
Attempts to prosper away from all this puts humanity in a class with, perhaps,
A jellyfish with ambitions to qualify to run for congress in the USA.
Considering current qualities, that may, of course, not be a hopeless fantasy,
But frankly, our chances, still, would be rather slim.

It’s somewhat clear from this why the Moon is smiling.