CO-OP ACADEMY GRANGE, 2022
WRITTEN ON SUMMER RESIDENTIAL, 2022
I am the Earth’s moon.
The one that smells polluted,
The one reeking of old plastic,
The one that inhaled the aroma of purity,
The one similar to other moons of other planets.
The pale surface full of dust,
With broken blemishes scattered all around,
All in random shapes and parts,
Like bruises… abused and hurt.
Shades of grey imperfections.
In different lighting my face gives a tinted yellow impression,
With darkened spots spreaded like acne.
The lamp,
A light source – appreciated and needed,
When the sun goes down,
For humans on the Earth.
They ignore me,
The one who shines for them in the dark,
Providing them the light so desperately wanted.
To be a lamp.
Just a little bit
Of recognition for the one who never rests,
To be my original purpose,
Not fake and artificial.
Hiding behind Earth by force,
The most loved Earth never leaves my view.
The long-lived stars sparkled around.
Other useless planets held stuck,
In the orbit of the big Sun.
Having to be owned… by a planet…
A moon as a side piece.
When the beloved Earth got rudely intruded,
By a burning hot, red, magma meteor,
A joyful event to witness.
The sweet scent of burnt wood,
And rotten flesh rose up,
From the poor, little, defenceless Earth’s atmosphere.
The destroyed Earth gave me peace…
The spine holds everything together,
And it is noticed as the foundation.
Me.
A part of every essential thing…
But so much less noticed,
Both vital.
One just cared for.
Whenever I’m needed,
I’m there,
Even at times of the day,
The Sun is on part-time,
Because I am on full-time.
Whenever the Sun decides for a rest,
I’m always there,
For Earth,
For the inhabitants…
I mean nothing though,
Not priceless nor worthless.
A zero or infinity,
Nothing and everything.
In different eyes.
