Stars

Thank you for the stars:
the old light,
the ancient light watching us,
the wise, wild eyes cut into the sky.

Champagne bubbles discovered by a Catholic Priest:
He heard the echoes of the
Pop! -
its reverberations

The bright little freckles tell stories of signs on a big highway:
None of them point to us.
They point to the saints;
They point to the bold.

I can't believe
Bang!
I can't believe I said
Bang!
Bubbles in cold water

I look at the ancient eyes cut into the sky and my eyes are bright.
I am bold.

The priest bathed in the warm water
and got out of the tub into the cold bay breeze.
Pop!

"Thank you for the stars,"
he said.

He removed his eyes from the ceiling and affixed them to the highway of the saints -
the highway of the righteous lions.

He saw the lions' eyes.
His eyes shone and he became a lion himself.

He became bold.

I believe
Bang!
I believe it's time
Bang!
To look at the sky