Surely by now

you must know

that I am in love.

No,

Not with you.

Well, okay,

maybe a little bit

of that too.

But truly,

I am in love

with the planets,

the wind

the light

and the small fairy-wrens

who hop, sing and dance around me

at dawn.

Sometimes-secretly-

I fancy they might

love me too.

I’ve been trying to write

a love letter to the stars-

but then I came across Neruda’s line

where he is an “infinitesimal being-drunk

with the great starry void”,

and how his heart broke loose

in the face of it all.

And me,

gasping on my knees,

reading it-

because he broke me open

to the possibility

that perhaps all poets

are in love with the stars.

Or at least

in a relationship with them -

one that shatters us over and over

into smaller and smaller pieces

of some Greater Whole

we are all trying to return to

as we catch the light,

offering it back -

One shimmering poem at a time.

©Liat Lev. July 2025

Photo credit: Sindre Fs