waiting

i have extended my arms out

to the night, waiting

for a star or two to fall,

the sand beneath my feet

is smooth, even,

as if drizzled from some hourglass,

it feels cool under my toes,

distracting my attention

from the pointy blue stars.

then exhausted by the blueness

knifing through the darkness

i close my eyes, and inhale the stardust

i think i am ready now

let the pain come

it will last only from the time

i close my eyes to the blue

lean back and exhale, fall.

illogical, but i feel like gulliver

my hair now entangled in sandy fingers,

the back of the hands, the small of my back

and my legs bound,

the sand is cool to the touch, smooth, even,

fills my lungs so easily, quickly

and ears too. the last sand scratched sound dissipates

into the blue puncture in the skies.