The Spaceman

The spaceman
sitting on the swing
that’s hanging from the moon,
is looking down on us
from the sky.

He’s falling deep in love with
the city lights.
He’s tired of the stars.

On Earth,
there’s a lot to be explored.
Not all answers lie above.
Why are oceans so greatly ignored?
How come some people see colours in chords?
Why do we kiss when we’re in love?
Who made music and why do we dance,
smile and cry
to a
sound?

Ain’t it strange
not to know?

Spaceman knows everything
there is to know of the galaxy,
but not enough of the place he calls home.

He packed very lightly for space.

Funny
how little you need for a place
that’s so big
with so much to discover,
with no end in sight,
Where every day’s night.
It’s a wonder.

A wonderful thing…

But no Spring,
no winter,
no summer,
no fall.

Snorkeling
is the thing
he misses
most of all.

Everything.

From the sun on his skin, sand in toes.
aching feet
from dancing circles
around Mary Jo.

Candy floss
and green lights,
sparks and
late night calls.
Morning breakfast,
milk and butter
jam and toast.

Spaceman sees all…
from northernmost
to southernmost.

There’s a lot to come home to.
There is so much to love.

Small Town City Girl

The city girl in me,
she wants to play,
she wants to see
the pretty,
lambent neon lights,
the wide-awake
in dead of night,

the distant crooning
of a saxophone, the
sound of traffic,
buzz and tone of
bright and graphic
Signs advising me to
buy, buy, buy.

I love it when
nobody cares about
my hair, the way I dress,
the way I make
a mighty mess –
of things – they know:
Nobody’s perfect.

All eyes turned
to something else
Somewhere, because
life’s so much bigger,
Than the things
your next-door-neighbour
did last Saturday.

The city girl in me,
She wants to live
a life in motion,
Wants to dive
into the ocean
Of the pretty,
lambent neon lights…

The open after hours,
gleaming heights of
mighty towers looking down
on everything.
The yellow skies
on noisy evenings…

photo by: xavier portela