Shooting the Moon

Last night
I pointed my rifle
At the moon
And pulled the trigger.

Somewhere
Between here and there
The full metal jacket
Fell to earth, I figure.

I peered
Through the scope
And couldn’t find
A new crater.

I may try again
Tonight and see
If I can do it then
Or maybe later.

I’m not a man
To lightly surrender
To circumstance
Or situation.

So I’ll fire again
Just to see
If I can make
A new lunar formation.