moon pies

your friend is adamant
about life on other planets.
why are we so egotistical,
he says, to think that only
earth holds life and the rest
of what's out there is barren,
cold, lifeless, or it's so
blazing hot that even lava is
considered a refreshing
cold beverage.
you begin to express your
point of view that this is
all there is, and even if
there was life out there,
who cares. why spend
the money. why bother them.
do you know how annoying
it is when a neighbor
knocks on your door
early in the morning?
which makes him angry,
pointing at the sky,
demanding that we
build more rockets and go
explore the universe
find these creatures,
so you give up
and ask him, when was
the last time you had a
moon pie with a nice
glass of cold milk, which
makes him smile
and calm down, saying,
do you have any?