Star

There are times when it is all
just an idea in the night,
hanging, like a solitary star.

Pick out each of those moments
taking each one down
out of the skies of time
to polish it, then to hang
it back up as a star.

If I knew how, it would be easy
to hold it all in my hand,
to find a place in the sky
I could point towards,
take my star, and hang it there.