as memories given to the sky’s embrace

we will become constellations; winking in and out of existence

in and out of awareness.

sometimes shining exuberant, sometimes

trapped within the clouds 
or obscured by the day; forgotten
beneath the blue and the warmth.



but on a clear and calm night our words

will cast nets into the starry scatter; we’ll catch shapes

in the blue velvet abyss 
and name them as if we understand.

in that grain passing through the hour glass, find a 
moment to marvel

what once was but is no more, still
sparkling where time can’t reach.