The Glow-Magic Starry Sky Kit
Sunday afternoon we put up stars
on the ceiling of our son's room,
working assembly-line fashion,
with you applying the adhesive putty,
me creating a galaxy that spreads
overhead and down the walls,
and our son running stars between us.
Sunday night the sky is breathtaking
as we say prayers under 108 stars and moons,
heaven in its place for the night,
glowing green above a hill of blankets.
Monday evening I find a few stars
on the floor and put them in a pile
for sticking up again.
Tuesday, after arguing with you,
I step on the sharp points
of other stars that have fallen.
For the rest of the week,
I stumble on stars spread out
in new constellations on the floor,
wondering why glue
doesn't really hold things together.
In fact, everything is falling apart.
From work to the house to relationships,
I can't get things to stick
the way I see them in my mind.
Finally, my seven-year-old son says
"Just because the stars fell
doesn't mean you and Daddy
can't put them up again."
And I think of all the stardust
in the carpet, on the soles of my feet,
our fingertips as we touch
and fly apart, and come back together,
not to stick, but to glow.