we are so very different
you, you are the moon
you are cold, glittering, distant
silvered with stardust
beautiful and wan, you are
slim and precocious, all the things you should be
of the moon
between us are lightyears of void
occasional stars that burn and burn and burn
more than we can count between us
call them a group, all the stars
call it all of them
I am a thing of the sun
I sit heavy and wet in dawn light, newly hatched each morning
I am a thing of mars, dusty and cracked
aching for water, alone with a robot
I am a thing of pluto
distant, frozen, devoid, small.
I am a thing of jupiter
huge, unstable, storming
I am a thing of the sun-touched sides of these planets
a thing of the harsher, hotter light of day
I wish to sit in the cold, watery light all of them
and your moon
would show me