Contemplating the Moon

I used to be scientific about stars and on those occasions when I noticed the moon, I never knew its distance could be measured by something more than miles. Then you threw a net around the sky and handed me the moon like a balloon, just long enough for me to touch it, then you let it go. Now the moon is my companion and you are distant, yet only in miles. When the roadmap has been folded, distance is defined in one small step (or is it one gigantic leap?) Only then will time stand still as we race to catch the wind, and laughing as we fail, I'll lean back into your arms in a field full of fireflies, contemplating the moon.