Thursday, December 13, 2018

Grip

I'm hopelessly tenacious
trying to hold onto what is mine
or what I hope to be mine
guarding my territory like an ineffectual kitten
my little corner of the universe threatened once again
by shining stars newly discovered
and here I am, the smallest moon
orbiting around a planet I cannot pull
unable to eclipse or even turn a tide
what little order I restore on the planet's surface
gone unnoticed, for I do not illuminate
like those stars, or even intrigue like stardust