There's a bright
Finger nail in the sky;
I like to imagine
The man in the moon
Bit it off in a moment
Of stress or perhaps
He was befuddled
By some beauty
He saw down below,
Because even if he is
Amongst the stars
He's all alone
Wishing to be
One of us;
Human and flawed
Because we are always
Within reach
Of making a connection;
With one another,
But we'll always
Look up at the sky
Wondering
What it's like
To be him...
© okpoet