In Lewesian Fields

Original photograph taken by the author

I feel as though I’m on the Moon,

But one that’s not quite ours;

Perhaps it’s Heaven, and yet

Rolling nothingness

Extending to a horizon

Where land and sky meet

In totality:

An unobstructed seam

An alien in a distant land,

I stumble through these Elysian Fields,

These Lewesian Fields,

Of this foreign Moon,

Rife with the souls of countless heroes

And ache to count my own among them

And yet, I think about the home I’ve left behind,

The Earth as I knew it

My tiny naïve sphere

Knowing I must leave this lunar land,

This otherworldly plane,

The cosmonaut in me

Ensures I take ample samples

Of this world’s wares

Back with me for further study

Yet, while such trinkets are nice

And while looking upon them

Will surely remind this astronaut