The stars

A blue sky at nightfall. Tree silhouettes appear in the foreground with a glimpse of a porch to the left.

the stars finally appeared
when the sky grew so dark
that the trees melted into it
the stars finally appeared
first one, then others
and even though I said
I was done with wishes
I stepped out
locked eyes with the first
and wept

the stars finally appeared
and all I could offer was
a tear for every wish
too heavy to carry,
too big for simple words,
too impossible…
I used to believe in
six impossible things
before breakfast

the stars finally appeared
and now
they seem impossible too
but tomorrow
I’ll search the darkened sky for them
and weep
and wish
again.