Marigolds in the dark

The dark doesn’t surprise me

but I’m mystified by stars.

No matter how often I look,

it’s a messy jumble -but magical somehow.

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It’s effort to look out the window 

when terror lurks 

in a visitor or a squall or 

a garden rabbit upsetting my marigolds.

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Will I always feel like jumping 

out of my skin or will I settle 

into a quieter place 

without fear of noise or fading away?

–

We’re between storms 

so it’s only natural to seek light 

even if it’s a blinking plane 

and not a star.