Everyone was talking about the moon
like it had magical powers
to change size, turn red or blue,
or even disappear for a while,
when it’s really just a big lifeless rock
speeding around a cold and airless track.
Now an octopus is something to talk about.
It can change color, disappear into its surroundings,
and even open a jar with its eight wondrous arms.
(I, too, know about cold, and speeding around a track
and I have known your wondrous arms and legs.)
And when I feel most like my world is airless
(and even when I feel like the rock)
I remember the light of your eyes upon me,
magical, how that feeling made me shine.