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