There was a night
when I know you
watched me look up
at the stars just
emerging from
the blushed sky. You
had a camera to
capture everyone’s
presence, but I
couldn’t see how
my stargazing
would be important,
unless you wanted to
be the star I
looked to. I heard
the camera click,
felt the early summer
breeze move my hair,
and I looked to see
you seeing me,
rapturous at the
starlight, the waning
day, the smell of dirt,
the sounds of the grass
moving to the air.
I felt never more
sure of who I was
and who I’d be to you.