Unmoored

And the weight
of these hands
in my pockets
suggests that
we’ve finished
a few bottles of wine
buffering ourselves
against that cold blackness
of everlasting space,
while John bent over
the squat tripod
recklessly turning
unidentified knobs
along the telescope,
trying to dial in the Moon
still fully awash
in the Sun’s magnificent
glare—out there,
adrift like
tumbleweeds
blown along
the cracked hardpan,
a ship without harbor.

Matthew Schultz teaches Irish Studies and creative writing at Vassar College. He is the author of two novels, On Coventry (2015) and We, The Wanted (May 2021).

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