–For Hasan Niyazi (1975-2013)
I promised you that I would write
a little book of poems for your stargazing.
Forgive me. To keep time
I was using the achingly slow clocks of stars
aware too late that I should have
written through the night and rushed the book
to your hands and let the stars
some being born some dying
look on while you read.
I can only hope the few words I wrote
unframed and wandering
conquered for you
some piece of the sky.