After the Pioneers

This conversation happened with my sister:
“Don’t you find it boring
to do something
everyone else has done?”

I think it sadder to deny yourself a pleasure
just because someone else has perhaps
imbibed the same absinthe

To scrutinize a footprint on the moon
finding it scornful boasting:
“I was here first!”

When instead, it greets me as a friend
arm embracing over shoulders
lips against my ear confidingly:
“It is possible.”

For are you truly free
when you stand
outside the fence

but never outside
the sight of it?