I heard that they found a cave on the moon.
Even from this twilight I can see craters and cliffs;
I cannot imagine that there would not be a cave,
but this, they said, could become a home
from home, a place to put down roots, conduit
to a new life in the sifting, lifeless soil so far
from the oceans that yearn and fall for its orbit.

Even with our rocket science and subtle scorn,
we are still children of the rock,
cave-dwellers bound by umbilical strata
to the ground out of which we were first formed,
for our heart is restless until we rest in you.