I am the sky, I am the night.
I am an aging woman
wearing a shawl of dark stars.
Somewhere a distant river prays.
Somewhere Galileo
is with his telescope seeing everything.
I want to go
to the corner store
for a pack of cigarettes
but my daughters’ weddings
haven’t happened yet.
I still want the rush of love
but forgiveness is unendurable.
I will come to the same door
as my mother, listening for laughter
and waiting to say the unsayable.