Penny Harter

Heaven

Perhaps it's on the moon
that dependable celestial clock
we worship nightly, or lurking at the bottom
of some crater on the dark side, waiting for us to
find it with a rocket that we blindly shoot, hoping
another robot spider will crawl through hills
and valleys of dry dust looking for God
knows what, and tumble in.

latitude and longitude—
somewhere in the crosshairs
that place we used to know