My feet shift oceans
When I wade.
My fingers poked craters
In the moon when I tripped
Over the Shatsky Rise
Under a stroll to Oceania from
Eurasia. I eat from
Tectonic plates;
Glaciers are my
Popsicles.
I shake fallen stars from my
Shoulders and walk on,
Earthquake by earthquake.
Interstellar breezes soothe the
Blisters from when I
Burned my head on the sun.
My arms can reach Mars, look:
Red bits of Olympus Mons and
Nereidum under my
Fingernails.
I leap lightyears.
I cry tsunamies over the fact that
You can't see me.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
My feet shift oceans
When I wade.
My fingers poked craters
In the moon when I tripped
Over the Shatsky Rise
Under a stroll to Oceania from
Eurasia. I eat from
Tectonic plates;
Glaciers are my
Popsicles.
I shake fallen stars from my
Shoulders and walk on,
Earthquake by earthquake.
Interstellar breezes soothe the
Blisters from when I
Burned my head on the sun.
My arms can reach Mars, look:
Red bits of Olympus Mons and
Nereidum under my
Fingernails.
I leap lightyears.
I cry tsunamies over the fact that
You can't see me.
