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

Gliding

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

Cocoon

Of an ocean of

Stars.
I am here awaiting your

Entry.

I am your grandmother….

And I, too,

Have traveled the same

Route

As those before me

And those

Yet to come.

We are space travelers,

Sojourners.

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