When I was small I made a galaxy
On my bedroom wall.
At night I stood swaying in its glow
My mattress a planet of its own
And though I did not know the clichés of stars then –
Of their deaths predating their light reaching our eyes
Of their placement apparently prophesising our lives
Of distant lovers turning to the same bright skies
– I had a sense.
It impressed itself upon me through the silence of the room
Through the shadows of the armchair no longer large enough for two
Through the clothes cocooned inside the wardrobe I’d outgrow soon –
That a decade in the future the fallen moons would still shine
That the crescents would play forever in a corner of my mind
That us would turn together to the same moment in time
– And I felt past, present and future collide in the gloom.