Listen,

if stars are lit

it means—there is someone who needs it.

It means—someone wants them to be,

that someone deems those specks of spit

magnificent.

And overwrought,

in the swirls of afternoon dust,

he bursts in on God,

afraid he might be already late.

In tears,

he kisses God’s sinewy hand

and begs him to guarantee

that there will definitely be a star.

He swears

he won’t be able to stand

that starless ordeal.

Later,

He wanders around, worried,

but outwardly calm.

And to everyone else, he says:

“Now,

it’s all right.

You are no longer afraid,

are you?”

Listen,

if stars are lit,

it means—there is someone who needs it.

It means it is essential

that every evening

at least one star should ascend

over the crest of the building.