Moon Landing

my despair looks different than theirs
a foreign pain they can't fathom
You've seen it too
we walk this landscape
like lonely explorers, not for discovery
there's no triumph here
no artistry
only weightless separation
from the Earth, a child's toy
its tiny dramas, meaningless
we've been cut off
perhaps chosen
perhaps singled out
to take these impossible steps
these long, slow leaps
high above where they stand
where the moon glows
as bright as flame
while we're lost in a place
where the ground is powdery and grey
where the blue-green orb of vitality
is a distant memory
and there is only
death and death and death