Stars
small punctured holes,
silk floating in velvet
twinkling.

We humans watch,
wonder,
and wait in awe
as one shoots by – we wish.

Ancient Greeks dared to construct them
into constellations, charted, tracked, as
they rotated around our Earth so far out,
as if to ask: why?

Why are we stuck on this rock,
while they wander freely?
Even Gods couldn’t walk among them, why?
Our destinies dangle by invisible strings,
those stars hold;
they swing them up and down.

We try to grasp them;
they’re so far away from us
so much bigger than us
and we are only
Human.