It takes 8.3 minutes for our star’s light to reach us. When we look at the sky
We are looking into the past.
A sky is a map of history. I look up in the darkness, into the vastness above
Me. I can’t help but wonder if you are one of those pinpricks of light,
Pulsing, twinkling at me. I wish I could’ve told you I loved you, Grandfather, but time
Rivered wrinkles into your body, scarred your memory
With the art of forgetting, scattered recollections drifting slowly through your memory,
Just as starlight fades in the early morning sky.
Those three words wouldn’t mean anything to you. If I could freeze time, Grandfather,
I would, I would give you a box of the past,
Of good-night stories, playing in the waves, summer evenings bathed in firefly light,
So I wouldn’t have to look into the darkness above
To find you, I would have been in your arms and we’d...