Subject to Change by Corynn Bernhardt

Subject to Change by Corynn Bernhardt

And there, on the carpet below, fell stars.

Gravity had no place, neither did time.

The kind of stars that compete with street lights

Of many and many of city streets,

Where the glow of the orange is no match for

The glistening crystals, like on a watch.

Trying to tell time, but no one can read.

There is no shadow. There is no dial.

There is only the pattern from this point

Of view. Here, there’s only one perspective.

Yet, we have not considered another

Other than our own, as if we’ve never

Read a book about someone else’s life.

Way up there, it’s telling it’s own story

Of how and what is meant to be. Alas,

If we do not ask, we shall never know.

But who is to know, and who is to tell

What story those stars are telling us now.

But here in this night, in this room, they fell,

And they fall without recollection of

Time or space or gravity, boundless stars

Jumping and hopping and wishing and fall

To the ground in this room on the carpet.

If it catches fire, let it be so.

Once you let it go, there’s more room to grow.

Let it burn, let it glow, the stars on the floor

Have no where to go but down from their height.

As the night melts away, like an ice pack,

Grass takes on its dew to start tomorrow,

The stars on the ground evaporate. Gone.

It’s not gravity, or time, just stories

Told from one perspective, standing right here.

You can only find a new one if you

Move.

 Original: Audio Poem of the Day 

"Our sweet companions-sharing your bunk and your bed" By Marina Tsvetaeva