A View From the Moon

Photo by Arnold Zhou on Unsplash

It’s strange
To look up at a sky
Smothered in shades
Of strawberry
Smeared against a tapestry hung
Across a latent space
That is strikingly familiar
To the ones I’ve grown accustom to
But somehow unnervingly foreign
The shades we know
Fading to a flurry
Of shapes and hues
The dust of the past settles
The same way the sun
Is swallowed by the sky
Its presence no longer necessary
The same question
Relentlessly presents itself
The answer always out of reach
A solution as distant and desolate
As the desert
Incomprehensible,
Far away
Arms reaching
Won’t stretch far enough
To pacify this yearning.