Ages

Every time you look up at the stars,
it’s like opening a door.
You could be anyone, anywhere.
You could be yourself at
any moment in your life.

Camping out in the backyard with
your best friend, eleven years old.

Eighteen, walking a wooded path,
kissing in the moonlight.

Holding phone chatting with your bestie,
replying to your girlfriend,
ignoring the night beauty, twenty

Twenty-four, driving alone from work,
stopping at the edge of the city,
looking up at the same stars.

Twenty-eight, it’s midnight you are with your booze holding a beer at the beach,
watching the tides which are flowing with the moon.

Thirty-four, watching your kids chase
your dog at the park,
holding your life partner's edge gracefully.

Sitting on the verandah,
looking at the Stars
Missing your life partner which
gone so far from you, after seventy

Or you could be me, sitting on the roof
And watching the winter moon
dipping in slowly like melting glass,
writing this movement in notepad

Out here where the world begins and ends,
it’s like nothing ever stops happening.