September 2, 2014


Summer's over,
Labor Day looms,
kids are heading
back to school.
I want to tell them
it's all a trick,
but let it go,
watching them slowly 
cross the street,
they've all got things
they must do.

At night there's
silence in the stars,
so far apart,
each one twinkling,
making its own
space and time, forever 
and ever doing its job, 
keeping us guessing
as they shine.

Down here
we're still
spinning, reeling,
feeling each other
in the dark,
looking for clues
of any kind.