moon

moon-
you look down at me
with your big eyes
as i sit cross legged
here on the ground
with several stciks
and a book of matches
trying desperately
to get this fire started
with only this wet wood
from this afternoon's downpour.
it left me wet,
the downpour,
and now i am quickly growing cold
in my wet clothes
and have nothing to warm me
except the potential of this fire,
and perhaps you,
though as i struggle with this wood
and my ever dwindling number of matches,
i forget that you are there,
and notice only that the wood
and matches remain visible
because you look down at me
with your giant eyes.