They say to wish
upon a star,
but how many
no longer burn?
Is the light
we see
an illusion
of hope
that flickered
away thousands
of lifetimes ago?
Can a prayer
survive in space,
or will invisible
energy carry it
forever through
the galaxy
long after
we’re gone?


you are the looming gray cloud
overhead everywhere ominous
a reminder of rain too long absent

pour yourself onto this field
where cracks and lines trace
the years of scorching loss

i stand in your shade
a respite from an unyielding sun
waiting for your rushing flood