Take Me to the Moon
When first we landed
We were confined to our suits.
Accidentally a helmet broke
And they proved to be of no use.
Eventually the were all removed
Following, was a search for food.
Since the reserves were consumed
Sticking together for our own good.
We found a place and settled there
Thinking it was safe to stay.
But we were aliens and we feared
The hunger was just death delayed.
Some passed from life in their sleep,
The living left dehydrated and weak
More bodies to bury, no tears to weep
No one could find the words to speak.
Then the rains came, first as warm dew
And to the surprise of the survivors,
There surroundings looked renewed
As the life around us came into view.
It had cleared our eyes of earthling sight
And replenish all nutrients lost.
We found ourselves, in all now eight,
Washed clean, huddling on a hill side in wet grass
Then the only remaining child stood
Walked over, held my hand and smiled,
“We must remember why we came”, she said,
And mumbling all the others agreed.
We made our way down the slope
And noticed the showers had stopped falling.
We entered the village that had come into sight
To a scene that was most astonishing.
The tribe of pygmies welcomed us
Expressing joy that we survived the monsoon.
One elder woman stood and spoke, evoking silence
“Remember when first you said , ‘Take me to the moon’?”
Ria – 2015
This post was inspired by The Daily Post’s prompt Take Me To The Moon that asks,
How far would you go for someone you love? How far would you want someone else to go for you?
This poem is my response. Blessed Love.