we chase the moon
too hard sometimes
and stumble in the stars

that sparkle always blinds us
we trip up tumble down
we suffocate in the stardust
drown in floodlight

and still we recreate
we sing we write
we dance we paint
we one more time in space
ourselves remake

return retune

gracefully we rise again
we’re artists
grateful for another dreadful chance
to chase the moon

Originally published in Harvest, 2012