Drunk on Starlight

Sandy Feet

Under the stars

we live in the moment

fly-floating down,

to the bottom

Looking to the mountain we have to retrieve

and knowing that we are drunk by starlight.

Laughing at the openness

the world can contain

we venture back

just to reach the stars again.

Each time close my eyes to blink- I forget what the night sky looks like.  But each time I return my gaze to the stars- I remember.  What inspires stargazing?  I do not think it is the unknown.  Rather that it is what we know.  We suddenly know what we want, what our dreams are, what is wrong.  Every memory from our childhood flooding back into our vulnerable minds.  When staying up late enough to see just one star was good enough to wish on.  Those moments tide us over so we can blink.  And once we do, we forget.  But then the eyes are opened once again- and we can swim in our old summer nights.