Thank the Stars

Thank the stars now setting
in predawn’s silent beauty.
As the lakeshore yields to water
we humans, too, unstiffen.
In our quarantine of suffering,
we soften to communal.
The Old Ones watch and smile.

Thank my lucky stars
for sending me to Earth.
So I can taste at breakfast,
strawberries, fresh and red.
So I can kiss my son.
So I can sing,
make poems, make love.

Thank the stars I come from
for this astounding blink
in a marvelous body on the sensual earth.
Like a stone in a sun-warmed wall,
I glory in filling my spot.
And the Old Ones in the stars
show me how to wear away and soften.

©Susa Silvermarie 2020

 

 

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