When all was said and done

I stood upon the desert floor

looking up at the

never-ending sky

with the soft sand beneath

my shoes

And I stood upon the mountaintop

with the compacted snow

surrounding me and

the air as knives

pierced my skin and lungs

I even cut a rug on that ol’ moon

dancing out of step

with the sounds of the void

and whistling all the way

to Jupiter

But when all was said and done

I thought of her and the

cold and heat and heavy air

envied me instead