The Ask

I know what I want
Should I first ask to depose the light?

Let it chase me round and round
Me — play hard to get?

But at this point in human history
For what purpose?

With time unubiquitous
If not now, when?

With stars and firmament acting finite
To what end?

Celestial Bear

My soulmate constellation
The big deal in the sky, to me

Oh, how you rocked my statuesque space

And, more so, mocked me

Be there any hour, any hemisphere
That might set fixed these spinning bodies?

O’ Our Stars

Not obtuse
Not acute
Not Hell-bent for the stars

I must go
I must be
I must give what is ours

If you look
If you ask
If you promise what’s true

You will find
You will learn
You will become who’s you

Dream Dreamer

Cascading stars

Not falling stars

Nor momentary shooting stars

Night fireflies

Not fly-by-nights

Nor echoes in the dead of night

Not half-attempts at anything

Nor abstract things

Just real things

Artist Credit: Tiger R.; at various ages

Like a Lover

I always step outside, in the daylight and in the dark, and see whether I see stars, and ask whether they see me, and, notwithstanding the clouds or the position of the sun, I do beseech them, tell me: Do you see him, is he outside seeing you, asking and beseeching too, and is he looking this way…my way?

How Big

Why will I never meet the scars, the stars I’d wished to kiss

The puzzle pieces I knew I could fit together, if given a lifetime

Why will my fingers never fumble and finally find the picture of you

How big the whole of you, the hole left in me