Stars
A poem
Amid our new found whirlwind romance, he brought me to rest.
To an open grassy field that had been passed down through his family.
He parked his red pick-up and gave me a sly smile.
Clueless as he guided me through the darkness.
A soft voice broke the night,
"look up."
The dark sky was accented with stars
clearer than I'd ever seen.
"I brought you here because it's different in this place.
No street lights ahead, just an open horizon."
In my entire life,
I'd never seen the stars as he had.
Raw and open in all their glory.
That night, he taught me to remember
what is worth fully immersing yourself in.
Even if you have to drive far and wide
down a country road to find it.
I later asked him how often he visited those stars.
A relaxing breath followed by,
"I look up when I can."
Cover Image by Tim Foster.