A kid-like poem about the sky and I:

I used to try and corral the moon and stars as a kid (on my red
wooden rocking horse, i did). On our stone patio, I’d rock, back and forth,
staring, almost glaring, at the sky, as if it were a challenge or a dare.
Now,
i just enjoy letting them be-moon, stars and me. Gazing, finally, we see into
each other deeply, and that’s more
than enough to know and love
one another, forever. The sky and I, at least.