between the stars and the moons, a home
between the earth and the sky, a promise
and, how should I say it
let me rephrase

between the stars and the moons, a face
between the earth and the sky, a single night
she's somewhere in between
           rearranged in
                        different constellations of opportunities
different
           galaxies of thought

when she asks me finally
how I feel
I wanted to tell her to
look
           up
remind her that even the brightest stars
are born first from the nebulous clouds of uncertainty
atoms strung together, slowly
           gravitating toward one another quietly
years must pass before that first light
a flicker
how feeble it will be, surrounded by the greatness of darkness
how weak it will be, surrounded by the vastness of opportunity

It is dark
but I know that home
is somewhere between the stars and the moon
                                                            ­            empty space, and a single light