Hymn to Artemis

It is almost

as if

we flee

there.

More hunted

than huntress.

Far

away

and safe

from the missiles

hurled

at home.

We huddle

together

in a capsule

flung around

the moon

in one

giant hug.

Steered

by gravity

and attraction,

and shuttled

back

down to earth

at sea.

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