#aprpad April 3, 2019

Walking home one evening after a visit with friends in the small town of Oliver, my partner and I were mesmerized by the sky. Here in the city with all the light pollution, we never get to notice it's splendour. 

Communion

bundled up 

we trek 

wine giddy,

into and through 

the crisp, clear

black night 

halos of 
street lights

guide our 
feet home

gazing 
skyward  
we, 
transfixed,
twirl round
and round,

agog 
at the golden,
glittering, 

magnificence 

humbled 
supplicants 

at the altar

of time and space,

we ponder,

how can it be

that we are made 

of  the same stuff 

as stars?