Star Speak

& 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.