The Sojourner

The stars danced above,

falling gently into the earth’s sweet soil

A smile curved on my lips

as I admired the design of the Divine

Perhaps they weren’t stars

but pinholes,

poked out by angels

curious about the lives

of mortals like you and me,

watching through the veil of the night

to understand our pain

my pain

I raced toward the cloudy lake,

diving into the frigid waters

a desperate baptism,

a hiding place

from the confusion tightening around my throat

gasping for air

I broke the surface

and the moonlight

saved me

from the ache of existence

once more