Limping to the moon (a poem for Maureen)

You don't care
if I am limping to the moon
with you.
I might have known
that you'd be finding things to do
when we got there.

Through your lens
our hopes and dreams
come sharply into view,
even when they have
long since
retreated from my
consciousness.

You bear the weight
of all my burdens
so they disappear,
check my baggage in
so I can have it out of sight
and mind.

I don't care
that we might never make it
to the moon.
I'm happy
limping next to you.

Copyright © 2009 Dejan Djurdjevic