to sleep all day in loving arms
or call my mother and hear her say
Bushra? I was thinking of you right now
to sleep all day in loving arms
or spend the morning
in my apartment in the Bronx
feeling the sun warm the linoleum
looking out the window and thinking:
I am dealing with mother nature
when I’m dealing with the weather
I’m not really missing out
I still get to see the moon
with its many shades
and its many shapes
I still get to see the sun
and have it light me up
all stars and warm
But maybe I’m lucky because
I’ve been to the country
and I’ve seen the suns burn out
and shoot across the dark
(and how many suns there are)
they say ours will too
and I believe it
because haven’t I seen them fall
some real fast, some real slow
stars, meteors and fireballs
until it seemed everything
was either stars or space or the light in between us
until it seemed even she and me
were only a tiny part
but that love was the light that moved between us
that would move on without us
that would always shoot
across the dark.
