Do you remember when we first saw it?
The nearly invisible thread that fell from the sky
Glistened from the starlight,
And you slapped the back of my head
So that I would see.

My word,
It was as if a fishing line had passed through
The eyeholes of the black blanket of night.
I reached for the silky rope,
But you stopped me.

I grabbed you with my left hand,
And I reached with my right
To grab that fantastic line to the sky.

It’s been years since we discovered
The Lasso to the Moon.
Still, every time my hand goes numb
And I lose sense of your grip,
I look down
To hear your smile tell me to keep going.

*This is a personal poem not affiliated with any news item of the day