Only one man in history claimed " a giant leap for Mankind"
while taking a small step for a Man
and I think he was the first poet to walk on the Moon.
( his day job was an astronaut )
And he left his boot prints in the Moon dust as witness to his first hand experience to his poetry.

You don't understand
When I'm sitting here
There are only so many posts
So many apps
So many pages in books
And marks on my shopping list
You're having fun, in the palm of your hands
A game in your face
While I sit here
Wondering
If you really care
If you'll ever show it
Be spontaneous
Ditch technology
And waiver the others
Who play with you for hours
But eat at their houses
Forget about you most of the day
And me, I'm here
Watching, waiting, wishing
That you'll look away
For awhile and see
My heart bleeding
In my hands
Wanting you to put it back
And kiss me for awhile....

Consciousness aside,
In my thoughts the ghosts reside-
Never enough time.

Winter introduced itself like a
Sudden death in the family.
A -28 degrees celsius day has fingers
Thin enough to reach through glass,
Leaving its ice on the inside of
Windows.

I find candles and carry firewood,
Preparing for a cold one.
Out here, blackouts can last for a day.
My iPad and portable modem have
Battery enough for one
Poem.

Such are my priorities.
I empty my fridge into the snow,
Thanking the gods
For my beer.
Don't try to reach me. I'm remembering
Life from centuries ago.