We are scattered to the wind, now, like seeds drifting, untethered yet to the earth, or like stars
flung to the corners of the galaxy, each a brilliant blaze of light, dancing apart in a shifting sky
turning, twirling, wheeling free and onward to some unknown future-bound meeting point.
As space and time pull us on, we spin faster, raising our hands stretching them out, reaching for each other
leaning toward our reunion – the scent of it, crackling sweet like a great celestial bonfire
(bright as the birth of stars -though your birth was eons ago now; this on our horizon is a different celebration, another marker in the universe of us)
tonight I can smell it, almost see it, close enough to anticipate, I settle in, the shooting stars around me intensify,
and I wait.