The Sun Is A Star

Every night, taking out the dog,

I look at the sky.

My heart catches in my throat.

A long time ago

we would lie flat on the asphalt

comparing constellations to the map in your office.

You showed me Orion

and words that tasted like magic on my tongue.

I don't remember when I realized that our sun is a star.

How strange, how beautiful, that quiet shift.

When I search the night

I find you in every point of light.

The Big Dipper, the Little Dipper.

I think how somewhere,

some hearts look at Sol,

part of a constellation called some thing.

And I think, across this vastness, how wonderful it is to be loved.