& Sometimes it’s not poetic.
But sometimes the stars
Scream their names in a language
All their own so deafening it
Makes everything quiet.
& still.
& we know it but we do not understand
So we stand instead in reverence &
Awe w/ dropped jaw & eyes wide
Reflecting the magnitude of the night sky
The universe around us, within us
Through the sparkling screaming stars
& it all (perhaps) is a ping pong of sorts.
We gape above what gasps below
And more so & so on & on we go
Back & forth up & down. A gape a gasp
Agape aghast aghast a gas (agapé at last).
W/ my cold bum numb on the cement curb
I search for the word; starry eyed
For that massive undefined
Rhyme,
Or verse, but alas the stars
W/ All their God-given names
are silent.