only red holding
the ground here
doesn’t give anymore
nothing underfoot
shifts
no softness
to answer you
only red
holding
exactly as it is
I thought
I would notice
the distance
but it wasn’t distance
it was the absence
of return
no rain
nothing tapping
once
then again
no air
to carry
what passes through
everything
ends
where it begins
I look back
and the light
is already old
the blue
arriving late
as if the sky
is remembering itself
without meㅤ
something would have shifted
by now
the ground
slightly changed
the air
holding a trace
the wind
leaning after
here
nothing follows
nothing answers
and still
something in me
does
as if the body
hasn’t learned
that this place
doesn’t rememberㅤ
I always imagined travelling to Mars would be about the journey — distance, time, survival.
But with Artemis bringing the Moon back into focus, I keep circling a different question:
What does it feel like to arrive somewhere that doesn’t remember you,
and to realise you might not be going back?
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