Friday, November 13, 2009

Infant Stars -- For Dylan As I'm Awaiting Your Arrival

Infant Stars

I can see your face there,
Floating in space.
It looks as if you’re
Through eternity
To get here.
Where have you come from,
Little one?
The sky is liquid black.
There is no path.
You’re wrapped in a
Of an ocean of
I am here awaiting your
I am your grandmother….
And I, too,
Have traveled the same
As those before me
And those
Yet to come.
We are space travelers,
We come as a flicker of flame
Across the sky,
Just two in a multitude
Of shooting stars.
Infant stars.
Ancient as time.

-- February 3, 2006

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