Stardust
In memory of Dennis
I knew a charming man with smile so wry,
A knowing look, a twinkle in the eye.
He’d been there, done that, seen the movie, read the book.
A life well lived and well informed, that knowing look.
He said, “there’ll come a time when I’m not here to watch you wend your way through roads well travelled, dead end streets and turns mistook, but in your mind’s eye never fear there ever was critique, within that knowing look.
For you and I are made of stardust,
Ordered by chaotic law and happenstance,
And gathered in this place for just a while. The briefest dance.
A moment of eternity caught like fish on a hook.
A shared embrace, a lasting love, the knowing look.”
I think of him whilst watching other charming men.
Fruit of my loins and work of human hands.
They move in rhythm and rhyme to music of their own internal bands.
With lovers they have chosen for the spark of shared eternity they see.
Their journey and experience, though unique, is not so different from me.
I watch with Joy.
For I have seen the movie, read the book. I share with them a hint of stardust, a wry smile, a knowing look.
2/3/2017
