                 It So Seldom Rains on the Moon

Hallways are silent, the city's asleep.
Night's a tradition we cling to and keep.
Out for a walk as I sort through a heap
Of memories, thoughts out of tune,
Like running through rain by a seashore in June --
But it so seldom rains on the Moon
And the memories tied to the sea and the rain
Remain ...

It says in the schedule it's autumn today
But why even bother I really can't say --
Freeze-dried December and vacuum-packed May
Wrapped up in a sterile cocoon --
Atmosphere dome like the bowl of a spoon
And it so seldom rains on the Moon
But the memories tied to the sea and the rain
Remain ...

So why did we come here and why don't we go?
It's something of freedom and room for to grow --
We can't quite explain it, you may never know
Or else you may see it quite soon --
We're not going back to that big blue balloon
Though it so seldom rains on the Moon
And the memories tied to the sea and the rain
Remain ...

                                        Thomas G. Digby
                                        written 0235 hr  4/14/76
                                        entered 1210 hr  3/05/92

