I am sitting on the moon
watching the earth rise,
with no echoes haunting,
just a body living in space,
clean and absorbing
the distant living blue.

This is the peace beyond
all understanding,
nothing more,
nothing less,
just this on a grey day,
in a grey year,
in the living with echoes
from a past that should
go away, and a present
with sounds that are memories
too cruel to be heard.

But today,
here, as the earth rises,
there is no wind to
carry the voices,
just the landscape of
unmoving dust.

 

14/7/2026