Stars Are Out Tonight

Stars are out tonight-- more accurately I am out tonight to greet them, the cozier side of me, my evening thoughts far more at ease in dimmer light-- the pavement of my steps less rowdy for the clutter abating with heels of high and soles of tap relaxing to slippers; (the daily pace diminished but not somber—as those needed rests of a theater score; I evacuate--having survived a jittery line with nervous anticipation--) To say they are eyes and not the eyes of others, seeing not the worlds and their journeys is to forget the past and deny the future where we may all yet greet, some unimaginable place… one could never count them all, you know—for one thing, they never stay in any place long enough: like people we love treasured ones becoming wrinkled and feeble like evolution-- in fact, to try and hold on to any precious moment or period in time, is like trying to guess a woman’s age before the shades are drawn when honesty begins….