For today’s prompt, pick a direction, make that the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. There are so many directions: north, south, up, down, left, right, over, under, etc. But there are also more specific directions like “Across the Way,” “Through the Woods,” and “Beyond the Clearing.” Or give directions like “Clean Your Room,” “Tie Your Shoes,” or “Get Over Here.”
To The Moon
There were men walking on the moon
when I was a boy, all bubbly
over Lost in Space and Star Trek
on a twelve inch black and white.
There have been eight Star Wars films
since a human last covered our whole planet
with his thumb and I sometimes wonder
if I’ll live long enough to see another.
(Man on the moon, of course. Star Wars IX
comes out at the end of the year.)
Back before Space 1999, I assumed
I’d be commuting like George Jetson
long before the fiftieth anniversary
of the Giant Leap for Mankind.
But we’re living somewhere between Mad Max
and Soylent Green, still stuck on an Earth
who’s slowly suffocating while we argue
over the temperature at which books catch fire.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
A very thought-provoking piece… made me recall many memories and feelings. My grandma thought landing a man on the moon was a hoax and said so during her citizenship test. The Jetson were a huge part of how I saw the future as well, except with a few more Black and Brown folks, but I think Rosie the maid is coming at any moment. 🤞🏾 And of course, we can all do more to protect and preserve this beautiful planet. One of my favorite quotes is from Baba Dioum, “In the end, we will conserve only what we love; we will love only what we understand and we will understand only what we are taught.” ❤️
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Thank you for comment! I agree with Baba Dioum, not your grandma.
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Nice bite! Love this.
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Thank you! Glad you enjoy green cheese.
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