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Christopher Ross Howie
Poems
Oct 2016
Mother Moon and the Man from Mars
Hello?
Is anyone there?
I don't guess there would be.
I've asked that 100 times,
and 100 times silence answered.
I landed on this rock...
I can't say how long now.
Rations are holding up,
but I long for something more.
I long to hear a voice
someone other than me
that speaks back when
I say the words 'hello'.
I don't need a conversationalist!
Just another human being
to listen to me. Just so
I know that I actually exist.
Lately I've been wondering
that fact. I think this solitude
is starting to eat at me.
Do I know I am real?
Won't somebody say something?
Anything at all. I'm tired of
living in an echo chamber,
my only response being me.
Where is everyone? Why won't
they say something? Are they
playing some kind of prank?
Come out, wherever you're hiding!
Just say that you hear me.
Say that you understand me.
I need someone to listen
and say that they care.
Ha. Some joke this is.
I'll keep on looking then
for that someone who can
hear me. They must be out
there on this hunk of rock.
Somewhere.
Written by
Christopher Ross Howie
North Carolina
(North Carolina)
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