So What

*Twinkle twinkle Stella Starr, 
how I wonder who you are.
Climbing roses to the sky, 
never knowing what's too high.*

Night deepened with the silver mist 
of the moon's borrowed light 
until the freckled dawn 
whispered morning.

So what if there is no moon -- 
if it's only a street light?

So what if the flags waving themselves 
for his arrival are only laundry 
flapping in the alley?

So what if seeing him felt 
like a question answered?

If the mind has a thousand eyes,
how can the heart see anything?





copyright 1994 kathy jo kramer