The Same Stars

These are the same stars
I would see anywhere else —
That night in the New Mexico
desert, stopped nowhere
no lights
(with someone who was not you)
the sky (exploded)
a frozen fireworks display.
And so it is here, too,
or anywhere
(with anyone who is not you)
searching out the patterns
connecting the dots
there a bear
there a man with a belt
there a bow drawn
aiming further still
into the never-endingness
beyond the stars to where
no answers lie
nor questions
nor wonders ceasing
nor anything (that is not
you, or me)
the point of no return —
perhaps the same place
that hearts must travel
to find their home.
2 February 2003