the sun, the moon

she was wise,
with the sun in one eye,
and the moon in the other,
and she looked at the world
as the universe would;
she looked at the world
seeing it as so small
standing in oceans that were only knee-deep
and in deserts that were her sand boxes

with the sun in one eye,
and the moon in the other
she looked to the stars as her friends,
but she couldn’t wrap her mind around
how far away they were

the darkness scared her—
so she never closed those eyes,
never put the sun, the moon to sleep.
sometimes she would cry to the stars
her friends—they weren’t listening,
she was flooding her sand box

she was wise,
but she didn’t want to be—
instead she dreamed of constellations
that she could turn on
with the press of a button
she wanted meteor showers
loud, mean meteor showers
that would let her close her eyes
that would let the sun, the moon
fall asleep, resting her toes in the ocean,
her head on the desert.