Infinite spheres of light burn deep within the skies
And almost all are hidden from my eyes
It’s only after darkness washes through
I see a few.

back in the daytime I saw one. 
I used to think that truth was like the sun
And I was bronzed and
then my planet spun.

I’m on a hilltop just above the shadowed trees
Chilled by the dew and by the evening breeze 
Fiercely studying the stars, the sky, 
and rustling leaves are echoing me: Why?
Why was most of it a 

;;;

Some days I am the cobblestone that’s loose 
The faltered word, the almost-truce
The stone that skips and ripples glassy water
The stubborn clay that irritates the potter

Some days I am the starting raindrop of a storm
Racing towards an earth that’s void and without form
Not knowing if there’s anyone behind me

;;;

after the land had been encased in shells of ice
spring came. So I buried my face in the grass 
and breathed and let gravity pull me 
until I felt like 
the little being that I was, hugged against the side of a great spaceship
hurtling through the universe