The Quiet Work of Stars
The stars do their workwithout applause. No one hears themhammer lightinto the dark. They do not askwho is watching. They burn anyway. Somewhere,a traveler lifts his headfrom a lonely road.…
The Road is Famous
The road is famousfor the dust that follows it home. The morning is famousto the sparrowswho rehearse the sky before sunrise. The old cup is famousto the hands that return…
The Clock That Listens
The clock on the wallpretends to rule the room. Tick by tick,it counts the secondslike a careful accountant of time. But the clock is not the ruler. It is only…
The Person Who Stayed
Not everyone who loves youwill stay. Some will wavefrom the bright windows of your lifeand disappear at the next station. Some will promise foreverthe way children promisethey will never grow…