we turn for you, slowly
you get to be up there, watching
without even realising
we all say hello to the same you, as
we face our lunar envy
because you see all our sides, all our different parts
all the land
each piece we call a continent, between
that endless blue
crushing with the other oceans
but you see them together
how close they are
even though they feel oceans apart
the universe
behind you
is a view we
all long to see
from within here
yet all we do
is block your view
there is too much,
so much, more than us
but before you turn around
tell us
do you feel the love up there?
