Sometimes I sit
staring into the night
thoughts wandering
like vagabonds,
wondering if the universe
has edges like flower petals
or a shell like an egg
and if so, then what’s outside it

wondering if dead stars stare
through human eyes
back at themselves
when they were children
filled with fiery light

remembering worlds
like this one
creatures like us
that clung to them
and then vanished

they wink at themselves, now
across a million light years
smiling through my lips