thanksgiving, from a gypsy

"Be humble, for you are made of earth.
 Be noble, for you are made of stars." - Serbian proverb

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
  I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - Galileo

I am trying to live
like a body in the sun
like an open feeling
that knows of night
but will not dwell

this is what I hope, for the end:
our bodies will scatter,
& we will touch old trees,
skim upon the terrifying sea,
we will be greener than the newest springleaf
wiser than a gray animal king,
happier than a clear cold river.

an invisible flock of bees
will gather us like pollen,
threading us together
which is to say
i will see you again,
blind and singing
we will be together