Star-Stuff

At night, we are surrounded by light chasing light.

The moon dances above us in flawless grace,

drawn without fail through the binge of stars.

Us?

We are not made of star-stuff,

not of stone, not of driving cosmic gears.

We are made soft skin and whispers

and whims and dreams that make no sense.

   

We chase each other for a kiss

and that is enough.

—Mitchell Hegman