On the upward slope that takes me home,
A bright light against the dark sky catches my eye.
There’s another. And another. And another. Countless others.
The waxing moon shines even brighter, and I stop to say hello.
Others pass me by, and eventually, I move my feet once more.
I turn the corner.
In this moment the stretch of sidewalk is mine alone.
In the distance I hear cars rumbling across the Henry Hudson, and yet…
There is quiet that surrounds me.
The wind brushes past my cheeks, and yet…
There is stillness that surrounds me.
You are the stars.
You are the moon.
You are the wind.
I would know you anywhere.
O stars. O moon. O wind.
You are everywhere.
