Trampoline

On my trampoline
I jump up and down
like the man on the moon
jumping in the moon dust.
In my white space suit,
I see Mars
from where I stand.
 
I feel like I'm moving
in slow motion
as I look up at the stars,
and I stick the American flag
in the space rock.
When a shooting star
rockets above my head,
I wish I could be here forever.
 
But I can't.
Mom is calling me in
for dinner.
I crawl off the trampoline
and walk on
the blades of grass.
 
I look up
and see my footprints
in the moon dust.