I need to go outside
where it’s as clear as it is cold
because the moon is
not here tonight –
My backyard turns feral
and the stars get naked
It’s a sold-out
silent show
My fingers feel blue
and my lungs fill up with outer space
I look and look and look
at Redpink and Bluespark
and the giant Satjupi,
the winking Venumar
This backyard theater of broken concrete
black grass, sleeping dog, dormant toys,
and stars starring for no one but me
The stars know of my loved ones
who have left here -
As I disbelieve again
that they are really gone
But now I have a chance to say
hello
to those heavenly bodies
The celestial beings
which form the
constellations
that we recognize
are actually millions of light years away
from each other
I buzz toward the light
of my home doorway
warmth and dinner in the air
noticing
how thin my door to the outside is
And I’m as grateful for the indoor world
as I am for that aerie wild one.
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