Ever since I have been so involved
in loving the feeling of keeping a small house warm and clean
I’m not always aware
that there are stars above stars
just above that ceiling
or that the rain gushing
throws the trash into the street
or that the wind in the dark parking lots
at this moment
holds a leaf to the fence.
I sort of remember the world
but my small house is glowing.
A car playing music
drives by the window
while I’m washing dishes in the vast night.