Finished with evening chores,
walking back to the house,
we look to the sky
and stop in our tracks.
A sliver of moon is showing
right beside Venus.
There are no words;
we are captured by the beauty—
and something more.
We watch as the sky turns
from rust to blue
and black
and the Milky Way
and jillions of stars
silently appear.
Nothing will do
but a blanket
on the grass,
heads skyward
saturated in ancient starlight,
trying to grasp
the mind-blowing reality
that our home is in this event—
the Milky Way galaxy—
where waves of matter
create new stars
even as we breathe into
a life so astounding
we can only watch
in silence.