Stargazer
I heard that stars can fall and I want to catch one.
I want to watch its bright white light spin and swirl
down,
down,
down,
to the waiting world
and into my open hands.
But as I stare up at the deep black sky
I remember the day’s sun-filled heat and ask myself:
Will that spinning star that burns bright white heat hurt my hand?
So I drop my hands to my side and stand straight,
still watching the deep black sky.
Someone else can catch a star.
I’ll just watch.