For Buzz Aldrin As Interpreted Perhaps By Ray Bradbury

leaving the capsule, veering into space
did he see the moon's scarred face differently
the creases in the lined with silver stars

the probability of where you are and why
in an ancient neighborhood not yet understood
with nothing to lean on really

but the curve of God
how translate this
in any language going home

perhaps he never did trace
it back to the beginning
the backyard sightings

the Tom Swift Lightning in a bottle

the raw silver shod not thy feet oh man
though walking no longer on the ground
all this is holy
did he hear whispered where there was no sound

but Seraphs, implicit.
in a hometown visit.

did he feel lost
or Found...

mary angela douglas 28 october 2018