Sometime last week, I walked into my kitchen
and stepped on a sharp, shining thing
in my bare feet. It was night time, dark.
My foot didn't bleed, so I thought
in the dimness of one light, not glass.
In my hand, sparkled half a small star,
so, part of a star fell into my kitchen,
no wonder I woke up, startled, on alert.
I thought I should really tell someone,
anyone, but instead kept it to myself.
My secret fear is that most people,
even those who know me well, think
I exaggerate or use artistic license
to get attention, which could not be
farther from the truth, I who believe
honesty is both easier and harder.
Today, as rain changed to snow and
the horizon is nowhere to be seen,
I can tell the absolute truth of
the star that fell in darkness was
from a dinner tray, Twinkling in
Midnight Black, asellus australis.
For those who do not care yet
about the future, what life and love
may bring, despite fantasies of endless sex,
orgasmic rose petals strewn, bathtub lit candles
with Champagne and chocolate dipped cherries,
best wishes for I once was young.