The Moon is smart.
Smarter than I am
about the way it works.
I mean, I can see
it’s like a balloon
on a string
tied to the earth
so it can’t get away.
But the string
is so invisible
I can’t see it
but I know it’s there
because, come on,
what else could it be?
I mean, I went to school
like everybody
and sometimes stayed awake
and even listened some
or read in books whatever
which is partly how
I know so much
and why I know
the Moon is smarter than me.