Leaf Orbit

If I could fly like a moth
my wings would shed like moon dust
brown and brittle as your eyes
and die in the sand
curled up in your foot print.

You are what I would be
if you were the sun
and I am distanced and scared
stuck in your orbit
facing you.

I am a pool.
I think you are afraid of swimming
so I have to live
with drowned leaves floating
in my tears.