Moon Man

I love breakfast in bed

Watching the sky

With a smile

Goading those

Astronauts

To come back

And clean up

Watching Jupiter

Float by

With all of his

Serious satellites

Maybe dream

A bump with

Venus and beyond

I like to

Kick back

New to full

To last

Quarter-

Know I am

Bound to

Return

And that one

Cool thought

Slips my hands

Behind my head

And I lean back in

My moon chair

Being part

Of a Galaxy?

Why not?

I’m a rabbit fan

I like ducks

Owls and bright-

children looking up

Got to keep

That wonder

I like my

Penumbra

That makes me hazy

On lazy

Summer nights

And fat me

Appearing

In the East

And western skies

I like sticking

My thumb out

When a satellite

Flies by

Thinking it

Really has

Somewhere

To go

I adore silence

And the silences

between silences

When I grow up

I want to be rounder

And smoother

A never–ending yellow 

With a tinge

Of laughter at

The tall end of this

universal folly

And seriously

Most of all

I just want

To be here

Floating around

The love, the hoot

The whacked out

Insanity

Rolling by at

All hours