The Stars Tonight

The Stars Tonight

I’m going out to look at the stars tonight

(Because he told me there was no moon

when he was taking out the garbage).

I barely have the energy to put my sweatshirt on

(Because depression is eating sucking me

into its black hole).

But I know, looking at the stars tonight,

I’ll suck on their energies and find strength

to twirl again in daisy fields

(Come new day and new moons,

as I always do).

I’ll lay in my hammock and swing,

searching for the moon. Wondering:

Where does it go to hideaway?

Does it ever want to curl up,

fade away?

I’m going out to look at the stars tonight

(Because I don’t know what else to do).