Apogee

the first poem I ever wrote. Have I gotten better, worse?

The moon wanes.
You just lie there naked,
A coal train keeps time.
Endless hills of sage painted
The color of forgotten history.
The farmhouse where your father died,
The farmhouse where you learned how to count.
Only a fence defeats the horizon,
Pins it to the ground and counts to three.
You say the spaces between the stars
Are bigger than when you were six.

You just lie there naked
And say someday the spaces
Between the stars
Will swallow us all.

And thus we reached an apogee.
Turned, and marched home.