What if we landed on the half moon of your thumb nail
and thought we had accomplished something new,
something great.
And we thought that our footprints
were the first footprints
on the surface of the moon.
In reality, though, no one
had ever visited there
and the only mark that was left
was the tooth mark you left
while you were chewing on that thumb,
thinking about the endless possibilities
that laid before you on that afternoon.
blue sky infinite 