First Star Poem by Patti Masterman

You know, these are the days I use to dream about
Hibernating, safe in my mothers body
And even before that, when I was a floating mote of helium
High above in the heavens, and somebody looked up
And a blazing star fragment fell at that instant; they thought it disappeared
Far away over the horizon, but it went into a woman's eye
Who was looking up at that same moment
And like invisible particles continue to act upon one another even at a distance
The two watchers of the falling star had to come together
To give that star-seed a place, room to grow
To put out tentacles, and grow body parts and brain cells-
So that looking up, it could see the other stars and know itself
Even know things it should have no knowledge of
Things happening far above, all the while stars fall and comets skip past
And that is why our hearts feel ancient at times
And the reason we look up in amazement,
With bright stars in our eyes, remembering.