THE HOUR OF THE STAR
Twins night ride a see-saw as storm
clouds gather over them. Each catches
a glimpse, in turn, above the other, of a
star on the horizon. The grim one ponders
hers and finds profound insights through it.
The happy one peeks at her own bewildered
and bemused until it finally shines on her
too. It is the star of life, for one magic,
for the other a wonder of science and physics.
Each, identical in every way except for the
way their brains were arranged, balances and
enables the other in their teeter-totter journey
to nowhere. As they ride up and down under
the clouding night sky, the grim one sees that
soon her star will vanish in the storm. Her
sibling will see that too but only when hers
is covered and is gone. The lonely cry of a
train’s whistle wails by like a one note lullaby.