Tuesday, February 04, 2020
IF THE STARS THEMSELVES
If the stars themselves
did not die, we might
hope we could live for-
ever. That would be
the last foolishness
for an old poet
like me, for death is
not something to be
worried of. It's the
left hand of a right-
handed life, natural
as breathing. Indeed
it is another
kind of breath, the last
one you get in this
body's physical
configuration.
You may think loss is
all you get out of
it, but listen to
the stars. They will tell
you: when one star dies
it becomes the stuff
to make other stars.
