Starlight
On loving in a universe without end
I love people
and I love, love.
My heart doesn’t fill up like a bowl.
It expands like a universe without end.
Filled with stars
brightening the night sky.
Maybe what we see
is what we are.
Maybe I am a universe.
Maybe you are one too.
Maybe I’m a star in yours.
You are one in mine.
Shining brightly.
Distantly.
Star gazing
Love’s sparkles.
We reach for both.
Our fingertips extend
But never touch.
A poem by Pemba Umoja