Undeniably, cold summer nights are the most beautiful

when air turns into a cool well of calm and the sky 

even clearer than the stars. 

I keep my eyes open 

just a little longer

until I find the big bear,

the only constellation I can trace

in this sparkling chaos. Little grains of sand 

run through my fingers. Crushed by time

you stroke her back. I turn.  On mine

the ground, warm through my cotton dress. 

I close my eyes and wonder

if you see me

when I don’t see myself.

Listening to you two talking

I disappear in sparkling chaos. 

Stars don’t talk, they lie in solitude,

watch us from afar. 

My eyes fill with dream and dew

                  becoming visibly invisible.

Maybe I am too a star

Waiting to be found in a constellation.

Waiting for somebody to share my beach towel with.