Under a Supermoon
Gazing at a supermoon when a portion of Earth’s shadow
slides across the lunar surface,
I have no desire to twirl in space on an oxygenating cord;
I have no desire to plunge
to the bottom of the Mariana Trench and observe snailfish.
On the highway, someone
is driving to lab, to pueblo, to abandoned uranium mine
and is always driving farther,
driving faster.