covered by a thin luminous cloud
thus creating a golden halo.
My imaginings conjure Alan Shepard
in a white spacesuit 50 years ago
hitting a golf ball on that eerie place
although it's just a small step into space.
Trapped in this silent house
and staring into the darkness
speckled with doomed stars I realise
how totally insignificant I am
yet contemplate how wonderful it would be
hitting a golf ball on that eerie place
although it's just a small step into space.