The Gulf Between Us

Back-to-back,
we are divided by two oceans –
the Atlantic and Pacific –
if you run west instead of east
and I fall east instead of west.

So maybe we should turn around, or something 😛

To My Astronomer – Love, Your Oceanographer

Nightly, behind a telescope you pine

for elsewhere. For stars, Goliath

gaseous planets, asteroids,

and nebulae. “Lovers want

the moon,” you claim.

I disagree.

You scoff, “Prove it.”