Benjamin Burke

Every star that we can see

And all the ones we’ll never know

Are actually, in fact, you see

A Sun for something else

                  and so

each time that you look up

         from where you are,

         from what you’re doing

in the night—

         There lay the worlds of all the world,

and all combined,

         they are the Light

by which you read

         when there’s no moon,

when you are out, at last, beneath the trees,

out in the cold,

         searching for warmth—

Just find a Sun

         and let the pages turn

         and tear

         and breathe.