Getting There by Shirley Kaufman We go. Simply because it's there for us to go to. Walk on the surface, having to raise dust. Where we never were. And say We did it. Finding excuses. We need to own them. Crusts of other worlds. Carrying flags and chocolates. Comforts of home. Whatever density we pass through, pulsing and odd, we stake our claim to leaving our garbage, giving names In our own language. Nothing can stop us now https://www.poetryfoundation.org/
A Moment in Nature Pileated Woodpecker
