21 Mar 2017 – Seventeen
Star-struck. Seventeen years old.
Back into the bitter cold,
beauty like a hammer-blow
met you in that midnight show.
Hopes for which you have no words,
dreams your family calls absurd,
caught between your childhoods’ end
and this singing in the wind.
No one starts on level ground.
Everybody swims or drowns.
Life provides the undertow,
stars point out the way to go.
You were seventeen years old.
Looking back, that night – you know –
left its mark there on your soul,
Orion never seemed so close.