April 26, 2011


Tonight, I come to you with stories of the stars.

As I lumbered to the laundry room, basket overflowing with
dirty clothes balanced on my hip, I looked
up and unearthed them.

They've been absent for awhile,
but like Orian--in every season--

I pocketed them, pulling
the light into my palm,
--as winter turns to spring--
for this is the time they will be needed the most.