The Kiss

My eyes cannot count the night sky

nor the grains of sand on Earth.

They will turn to the sun,

to my feet waiting in grit

for Summer rains.

From prayer to wish,

look how my hands unfold

to catch a few falling stars.

I catch my breath.

Magically woven

into shattered pieces

and rising dust

of an endless dance,

I move. I shine. I am

forever possible

and blessed in this mud, so are you.

Photos: https://www.npr.org/sections/krulwich/2012/09/17/161096233/which-is-greater-the-number-of-sand-grains-on-earth-or-stars-in-the-sky