10-Crater Life

I don’t want to live

at the bottom of the craters

of the moon

or atop the ridges

the crests the peaks

on the distant satellite

of stone

it may mean survival

living up there

in breathless cold

if we render the earth

unsustainable

farming alfalfa and black beans

in nutrient enhanced

pulverized

moon rock

it seems possible

with a newly invented

light

and water source

even if we were to live

with virtual

projection vision screens

casting earth blues

greens

sky and trees

the occasional flight

of a rust orange

breasted robin

soaring

from the image

of a branch

to the image

of a branch

I don’t want to live

out there

where it is so gray

so awful

gray