For the first time in quite some time,
in order to humble myself,
I watched the rising of the sun
and I could only imagine the women
who lie under that very light—
who share an unquestioned glow
with the moon—
who share this star with me.

I had forgotten how quickly the sun rises.
The day was only six hours into its life
and I was blinded.

That’s my star,
Our star, really.
That is,
if you want it.
I didn’t light it up for you,
but you can blow us out.
Now choose.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s