Tanabata

on dark nights
I think of friends
shining across continents:
a constellation
whose form is yet unnamed
whose nature is love

I remember you
I remember this
small moments cupped in my hands
an offering to our great becoming

wherever I go
I carry your light



(I wrote this last year after my college's five-year reunion. Thinking again of friends near and far as I begin a new year in Korea.)