The voices across the fields
A few low sounds of cows
and frogs and a faraway laugh of a woman
at the window doing dishes.
Her skies were open and dark
with bits of light reaching her
like summers from long ago.
Looking at the night sky
embers from the fire blending with stars,
a sparkly soup of millions
of laughs and cries and shouts
forming bears, birds, and chariots.