A Way of Life.

Every time you look up at the stars, 

It’s like opening a door. 

You could be anyone, anywhere. 

You could be yourself at 

any moment in your life.

Camping out in the backyard with 

Your best friend is eleven years old. 

Eighteen, walking a wooded path, 

kissing in the moonlight. 

Holding phone, chatting with your bestie, 

Replying to your girlfriend, 

ignoring the night beauty, twenty

Twenty-four, driving alone from work, 

stopping at the edge of the city, 

Looking up at the same stars.

Twenty-eight, it’s midnight, you are with your booze, holding a beer at the beach, 

Watching the tides that flow with the moon.

Thirty-four, watching your kids chase 

Your dog at the park, 

holding your life partner's edge gracefully. 

Sitting on the verandah, 

Looking at the Stars

Missing your life partner, which 

gone so far from you, after seventy

Or you could be me, sitting on the roof

And watching the winter moon 

dipping in slowly like melting glass, 

writing this movement in Notepad

Out here where the world begins and ends, 

It’s like nothing ever stops happening.