The full moon was gorgeous last night — so clear I could see the cheese — so close and touchable, I could even… smell the cheese. The old man in the moon kept me up last night until I wrote a moon story for children… for dreamers everywhere.
Tonight I am climbing way, way up to the moon
for a moon-slide, slick-side ride with a dish and spoon.
I know the way by heart, for I mapped and dreamed
it upon my bed at night… up, bump, up, up, I careened
up and away up on a moonbeam… I know the way to go.
Heave-ho, heave-ho, up, up, up to Mt. Kilamanjaro,
then step up more and more to tiny Little Dipper,
and slip, slip slipper over to the slicker, Big Dipper
slide over, over to Plaides, Orion, and the old Bear.
Then catch a breath and strain strong to hear
the stars’ song singing tinkling binkling like cris-crystals in space
and one big leap, leap, leap up for mankind in this race,
plop down with a jump, land on the moon for the slide ride.
And down we go, back to earth on a moonshaft slick- slide ride
like a tall, tall slide in the water park kind of glide-ride,
glistening through the Milkyway, slipping down, down
past the silver gleaming stars dressed in a glowing gown
gliding down, down and around the spiraled slick,
starry shaft with glee. If you look up, up in the sky
you’ll see the round, round imprints of me, me, me…
my head, back, bottom, and heels through a glass
bottom, transparent, shiny-ray slide as I pass, pass
all the way down through the inky black sky of night
until I land in the Aegean Sea with a splash, just right,
sparkler stars spraying the night like July the fourth
only I’ll be next to Greece… asking for mourth, mourth, mourth!
© Bonnie Saul Wilks