Star Catcher


Star Catcher


“You were right about the stars, each one is a setting sun.” —Jeff Tweedy


More than someone 
who shoots haphazardly 
in a general direction,
or reaches for them doubting, 
rather she who modestly 
catches and tip-toe
holds, gathers us all
together, allows us
each to glow a bit 
brighter than if
we were alone. 


Placed in a large
wicker basket, dancing
across a hidden lake
in the carpathian alps, 
we shine through 
the cracks.


Dust from each of us
on the fingertips of the one
placing eggs on a mirror, 
ready to hatch a plan
and reflect on the pain
of grieving, shining
lives we’d thought
we’d have by now.


No longer gravely distanced
from each other starving
to connect, solitary 
musical notes written 
and placed in the open,
symphony swallowed whole by
imperfect eyes.


Rather laying together, 
cradled into a melted 
cuddle-puddle mass,
huddled finding rest at last
from guiding ships
across seas to ports
that would never
welcome us.


Now riding in a small
sturdy vessel together, 
looking back where we all
came from, how far we’ve 
fallen, in a good way, 
allowing our collective 
imagination to climb 
the ropes lowered 
from the sky.


Powered by the belief
of her inner child
safe to play and ask,
safe to dream and 
remain, safe to stare up
and loose a few knots
in that mess of tangled 
royal blue, safe to look
within and see she
had the power 
all along. 


She keeps the mystery 
company in the drought
and allows wonder 
to have the final say
in the rain.


Safe to rest with her stars,
all of us together as family,
gathered for a brand new
holiday, each of our celestial 
skulls rung like a church bell,
in remembrance of what
we’d thought forgotten,
newly found. 


Guiding the other
fireflies, choosing to share
visions, forever dwelling
in tending the lighthouse,
rather than rushing back out
into the calamity of night 
and all it wishes
to take. 


Rest, become stillness, 
seeing every illuminated 
headliner of the evening 
cosmos, a legion of 
ambassadors from
daybreak shimmer in a new 
world, enamored, wide-
eyed and thunderstruck 
for all they wish 
to give.

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About SIDEWAYS EIGHT

Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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