Going to the Moon

I ask, “why not”?
Not much of a reason to spend billions
On a trip to the moon.
Be brave on your own dime!

Kennedy sold, but I did not buy.
Maybe I was wrong.
Time was, not so very long ago,
Limitless.

From the moon to Asimov
And beyond.
I did not, in 1961,
See the end.

Dreams, always in short supply,
Are now the home of the dysfunctional.
Who imagines his children's children
As the progenitors?

It is not my faulty vision,
Rather, it is the acceptance
Of the inevitable secession.
We will be less.

Understanding

My computer is slow.
Most of my day is spent frivolously,
But I do notice the changing sky
And the mood of the ocean.

Fire and industry predate me.
I will not witness
A change in the ranking
That might end man's earthly dominance.

But, with luck, we will find,
In my lifetime,
That God is dead,
Coming to grief from natural causes.

If there is symmetry to the process
We should expect seasonal temperatures,
A changing sky
And variations in the ocean’s mood.

Rex

Heading down Cedar Avenue
We were followed by a young German Shepherd.
He turned with us on to our dirt road.
Bobby and I nodded, we had a dog.

If just for the long weekend.
We got Rex some hamburger meat.
He stayed through our salami sandwiches,
And 2 man basketball game.

He was there after we had an early dinner.
When the rain hit
We hustle Rex onto the covered porch.
Mom didn’t like that.

Before dawn I heard Dad
Forcing Rex out into the RAIN.
In the morning Rex was waiting for us,
With a running nose.

For 3 rainless days we had this great dog.
I could not imagine leaving him,
But leave him we did.
I cried and concluded I had been adopted.