The NASA man from Mars is out
of sync. He lives life jet-lagged
from having to guide rovers
over timeless Martian crags
ticking to alien time.
He ticks and ticks out
There is no time
on the moon ’til we go there
and tame it to our zones
and needs.
Here, we watch the gibbous disc
and yearn. For I am a thing
out of time, my granddaughters’
grandda. Some grandmothers’
grandson.
Adrian Harte
I’ll be publishing more posts over the next few weeks, leading up to a big announcement.
SMALL VICTORIES and the poetry of Adrian Harte 