The World Above

when I look out at the sky at night,
when everything is in darkness,
I see above me,
the round moon,
very much like a pie,
and then the stars,
twinkling like little fairies
dancing
and playing

what do the stars feel?
are they happy?
eating
the darkness?
they look like scattered
powder on a black piece of paper
one of them has a little red glow
to it
another fairy?

if I were suddenly hungry
I could eat
a small chunk of that round
pie
if I were suddenly thirsty
I might reach
up
and drink that cup of warm milk
would they let me?

when I look out at the sky at night,
when everything is in darkness,
blinded by the
moon
dazed by the
sprinkle of stars
I look at it again, closer
blink, blink, blink
I can see the light