A Farmer Of Stars Poem by Baru Gobira

I scoop the stars
Into my palm
In waters gathered from the storm
Each star
a world
Slipping slowly from my palm.

I wander
With the receding star
See the light
From afar
I reflect on
The moving light
Of what just might have been
Dreams swept by that moment’s delight.

Loss, always loss
Of the star
That was never mine
Each
A desire
Spawned by a passing wind
That moves the clouds
Which can but hide
A star
I thought was mine

Beyond reach
Cupped in my palm
Lingering for a moment
The twinkle so near
I try to hold them
A prisoner of my mind.

Copyright 2006 Baru Gobira