Wishing and Waiting

Sometimes I’ll just stand on my street instead of going inside right away. To take a moment to admire the depth of darkness with a sliver of moon to hang onto. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be anything but a child. Simply to lost in the oceans pull to acknowledge the shoreline. Maybe the stars will conspire and tell the boy fishing on the moon to throw me his line. To pull me out of this street, this Earth and to my roots of star dust. Among old friends that I never fully knew.