by Francine Witte

That night, the whole earth

swooned through the white star

galaxy, and there was a moment

when the space inside us, too, filled

with light that flowed like a Chopin

etude with notes watering into one another.


Yes, we were young, and yes,

we believed that the stars kept

their brightness through daily

disappointments, an outside

attraction or two.  We also believed

that when the starlight finally reached

us here, it would be exactly

as strong as the day it began.