is it a friend
the star in my window
does it care
that i might welcome its light
as a dear companion
that its distant shine
guides me across maples landscapes
of my mind drawn inward
in unwordable thought
does it believe
that the sole reason
for its very existence
–and more so its illumination–
is to bridge the light-years between us
would it go nova
if my interest were to wane
and my heart wander
to the next stellar body
to come into view
as i name my own zodiac