I glance high above me
At the silver plate in the air
I wonder if I could climb a ladder
And place the plate
On the palm of my hand
As I would feel a sudden calming
By the coolness of the moon
I glance high above me
And wonder how anyone
Would be able to walk on something
So tiny
I wonder why I can't look through my magnifying glass
And see the moon's thickness
Why do I just see a round sheet of ice
When the moon is an entire world?
I glance high above me
At the moon, shining like it knows everything
What does it know?
Why can't it tell?
And I smile
Finally understanding
That the moon has its secrets
Just like all of us
And because it's part of the world
It would never tell
I glance high above me
Wishing I could know everything at the moon
And at the same time being glad I can wonder
What's wrong with wondering?
This time I laugh
And know that the heart wonders
More than it knows
So I might as well have fun with it
I glance high above me
I smile back at the moon
The moon, which can tell you so much
In just a split second
I glance high above me
At the moon.
I'm still waiting
For the cow to jump over it
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2 comments:
what a wonderful poem. I loved reading it.
Grandma Lydia
That's a good poem, I liked it. The one thing I didn't like was that it was kind of serious and pretty but then it got kind of silly at the end with the cow thing. Otherwise it was great! Keep writing! I have a writing blog on my site too.
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