Stars in our Eyes
Lying in the grass in a field on a
late summer night, we hold hands under the
deepest of blue-starry-skies. Luckily,
gravity’s grip keeps us firmly pinned to the
earth, though in our minds we float away and
plunge into the vast, star-studded sea so
near. We try to navigate Orion’s
belt, and end up in Cassiopeia’s
hair. Draco takes a swipe at us as we
pass, seeking Ursa Major. We take her
cub, Ursa Minor, as a peace offering.
Her dipper pours us from the sky; we wake
to drops of rain, and laughing, run for home.
Written for Poetic Asides April Poem-a-Day challenge.