Hanging Stars

Your light comes from the stars,

Their patterns and constellations-

that beam into the earth,

Not from black eyes and faithless mothers.

What was your rising sign the day of the grey bridge?

  It doesn’t matter, 

She would have left you anyway.

But the smile of the stars kept you safe,

And the large ones gave you warmth.

You confide in Moses; he knows your story.

Of a fickle mother leaving her child -

In a River,

Under the Bridge,

So let the universe gather light,

And  breathe you in. 

Bridges collapse,

And the day goes away

Mother's move on,

And while I still guess your name,

Everything has changed

Yet still,

The eternal stars hang. 

h.p.