Even if a giant hand descended
from the sky
or a cherrypicker levitated
into the night
to snuff or suck electricity
we could still navigate under the moon,
But did you ever wonder if the moon
by earth dominating the sun’s attention?
You wrinkle your face and reply,
The earth is only one planet out of nine
and there are more than 146 moons
swooning and drifting.
Only Mercury has the front seat.
It’s not personal, little moon.
It’s not personal, little moon
I smile under my breath,
stumbling through huckleberries,
breathless and dirty,
waiting for your hand to catch mine.