mist

to the mist:

a bank of stars

drifting under the lights

that lands, soft and wet

in my clothes

--and were they dumb

out of pride?

--or because they could only gleam

sharply?

it could be the latter--

they have come down

mute

--but they cluster around me

wetly,

          sparkling

and touch.

do not trouble the sky

you know the answer already