Poem
Decades of Starlight
By Kathryn denHeetenI close my eyes
and she’s past the barbed wire
Her snowshoes on
A pack of matches in her mitten
She understands this landscape
Midnight on the crusty snow
The river in its slumber
Empty little nests in the trees
But she doesn’t see the future
She doesn’t know me
Motionless under her constellations
Decades of starlight in my pocket like a stone.