Moon Dust

Moon Dust

When you are sleeping, sleep.
Be where you are.
Out in space, there is a flag
and there is moon
dust that has been flattened
under a human foot.
OK. Leave it. Hey, Ulysses,
we gave you islands
and godlike women. Make
the most of your
circumstances. Stick around,
would you. Let
the sky go back to being weather,
let weather only
help you select food and clothes.
When you see two
traffic lights swaying from
their line, but just
one bright green light beaming
out at you, don’t
think that they are winking.
Don’t wonder when
the bulb died. Fix it. Or tell
someone else to.