Calvin Olsen 

I Wish the Moon

I wish I was the moon.
I wish you were the moon.
I wish the moon was me
And I was you and you were
The moon. I would tell myself
To stay, and you would say
I’m growing larger by descent.
And the moon would say I’m sorry
But this is all so confusing
And we would say I wish
I was the moon. We would all fall
From the sky, hitting the earth
In succession, raking a handful of dirt,
Placing a seed in each finger
Returning the dirt and reciting
This prayer: grow always in moonlight,
Grow the direction you started
Growing the day you were sowed,
Grow through the soil and then
Grow some more, to hell with the birds.