I have special drops
I place in my eyes,
to over-dilate my pupils.

To let in light
from distant stars,
ancient pink,
blue and white.

I trace a line,
from here to there,
with the glow-tip
of a Marlboro red,

from Orion, to Andromeda,
along nebulae and pulsars,
long gone ago,
but still my sky.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013