Impossible Kisses: The Moon In The Field Behind The Old Post Office

Part 3 of 4

I touched the Moon.
I walked on it.
I picked up a rock
and dropped it in the dust.
The rock fell slowly.
The dust rose and fell,
slowly, slowly.
I stared at the Earth
from the Moon in the field
behind the old post office.
I breathed in the blackness
of the sunlit vacuum
around me, under stars.
On the Moon I smelled flowers.
The flowers that grow in the field
behind the old post office.
The field was there, too,
on the Moon, with me.
I walked off the field
and onto the Moon.
I left footprints in the dust.
As I walked, I thought,
there must be some process
that smoothes the footprints
otherwise some space probe
might see the prints.
But I laughed at my thoughts.
Footprints on the Moon
caught by a lunar probe?
Making sense of madness.
Seeing shapes in clouds.
Messages in rain drops.
I turned around
and walked back to the Earth
from the Moon in the field
behind the old post office.
At home I didn’t laugh.
The reality of my insanity
made me sigh, then shrug.
I touched the Moon –
the Moon in the field
behind the old post office.
On the Moon I smelled flowers.
I know the flowers
grow in the field
behind the old post office.
I smelled them on the Moon.
I have questions, now,
about where I’m at, now.