there are countless stars,
each moment a new one appears
as its light completes the journey
of light-years to my retina

makes itself known
first upside down
till the optic nerve
makes it right

at the same time, another star dies,
collapses on itself of its own making,
mass so dense – earth the size of a pebble

no longer at that point
of our realm

there are countless moments

Chagall 2020