Poem: Amongst the Stars

I sit amongst the stars
waiting, resting.

Perhaps I should come down
settle my toes into the earth.

But I can’t imagine settling
so close to things that are buried.

It might be too easy
to pick up a shovel
scoop the soil one heap at a time
and pile it on
this blissful pursuit of writing.

So, I’ll stay here
amongst the stars
waiting, resting, dreaming.