I lay under a night sky
That wraps me in its careful care
A most personal construction
A hemispherical spindle
In which I am the pole
Maybe somewhere else
The stars would be blue and red and orange
But here we only see them as yellow
So the stars lift there mosquito netting and allow me to see them as
Beautiful
No one outshines the other
They are all there for me
In the future but most importantly right now
When things are so unsure
Their arms outstretch millions of miles
Like tentacles from Aunt Thing
That stroke my cheeks and hold my hand
Shielding my forehead from the bleak bleak reality
That I am locked out of my house
I lay there on the grass
Each blade holding my body like needles
I can’t see over the fence
But I can look through the phone lines
I see the moon with its craters that might overlap each other
To the cross-eyed
I lay controlling my breath
My hand on my stomach
I want to feel the pulse of the universe
Gradually the moon falls through the phone lines
Until it is gone
The stars stare down
Jealous of the moon
I lay still
Pondering how it’s possible that something like that could come from so far away
They stay still stuck in place
I feel their job is to show me
That something extraordinary is possible
That I can believe in something so amazing
That objects with so much power
Are helpless and alone
Yet they beam out the light
That give people so much hope