I Touched the Moon Rock, Too
Memory is funny
And I know you know that
I saw the Hope Diamond
It was small
Though small is relative to an elephant
Also the Mona Lisa
Small from its perspective, too
I saw Mount Rushmore from a distance
It was better in the movies
I’ve seen two oceans of the seven
Should there be seven seas
(and oceans do the counting)
I’ve visited, how many now,
Maybe four of the Great Lakes
Though two might been at a meeting
Place—and I don’t have to tell you
(do I)
That they are great
One day when I was in Washington, D.C., again
I saw the huge flag
And it is enormous
The one with the upside-down V sewn on
Fear of victory?
The shape of something torn that happened?
And there it was, a moon rock
I swear I got to touch it
And all this comes to mind
Because I just heard Mister Wildman
Say it was so
C L Couch
note(s)
it turns out I’m sending up the Smithsonian Museums, Mysteries at the Museum, and big things elsewhere in the USA
Lunar Olivine Basalt 15555 sample collected from the moon by the Apollo 15 mission, at station 9A on the rim of Hadley Rille. It was formed around 3.3 billion years ago. On display in the National Museum of Natural History.
Olivine basalt collected by the crew of Apollo 15.
(image via) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_rock
September 28, 2018 at 6:52 pm
Very neat poem. Experience from a distance, but sometimes that experience being better than the real deal. Like the Mona Lisa being so small in person.