94-moon

I remember the time I heard someone tell me about
their little brother thinking that when they drive,
the world is moving past them, instead of the car
moving past the world. I smiled to myself on the rest
of the way home, thinking about my own childhood ideas;
the moon was my friend who followed me home in the car,
to make sure I made it home safe and sound.
I thought of the moon as a little puppy dog, on a
reallyreallyreallyreally long leash, stretching all
the way up to the stars around his neck, and he would
be there, trotting along at night, as our car
hummed along the highway, providing us with a safe
dull light, all the way home.