It’s an odd sort of news to

find laying on the doorstep

“New life coming soon

dedication expected

Punnet right unknown”

you’re left with

an excited fear,

A shaking look to the

empty sun,

knowing your sky will have stars

oh so soon.

The fear will set in first you

don’t have the money

don’t have the space

don’t know the last thing about

trails of crumbs or playrooms.

Hope will blemish its smart eyes and

you will see

the empty sun,

the stars rising behind it,

one assured in your sky soon.

You will wonder.

The other half.

The right.

Where it went, it is

beyond that empty sun.

And oh you will wonder till you die.

It’s the nature of that cruel thing,

to leave to wondering but

you will forget in moments your eyes

locked on that little star.

The road under that empty sun is

a terrible thing.

You will never pass it now.

But what a joy

to walk in the blistering rays.

What a joy to see some wonder.