the evening sky
was split in two
by streams of hot water
boiling over the top
of a cloud

stars fascinate millions
from the first one
to show its face around dinner
or driving home
till the moon is setting
and the morning paper
unknowingly arrives

but sometimes they are just noise
that gets captured
and is projected behind my eyes
sometimes i try to keep it there
and hope to magnify
the painting spontaneous
to collide with your soul

keep still long enough
and it starts to move you
the swing of earth
the ancient dance
that drags my feet
to wherever it leads me next.