My friends & I walk a thin line between universal adulation
& scoffing disinterest. It only takes one wrong move
to turn the crowd against us. This bright morning,
picketing my house: one hundred thousand angry faces
holding up signs naming me traitor. But I never avowed belief
in any cause at all! I called my friends & the situation
was the same in each instance. Our plan was to cross
the curved crimson bridge in the small hours before dawn,
board a rocket & head to the moon. But we imagined
we’d offend the moon rocks. So we thought, collectively,
to steer clear of everything. I’ve committed no action,
spoken no word, in almost two months. My slate is almost clean.