Something in Simeon’s Speech
Two parents three days lost
without a child
all the while found in the temple:
it was less a case of running away
as a time for touching home.
“How could you do this to us?”
“How could I have not?”
The world is, after all, so tidal
ebb and flow
what’s left to discuss?
The first, brilliant star at night
is like a good, wholesome kid in grown company;
he had a hunch of this
and spent some years politely raising faith
in wish fulfilment,
until that day he felt the world
sufficiently strong to hear
a word and see a sign
of the unnerving love
Ever since then, our eyes-closed dreams
cling to the first stable twinkle seen,
while our hope, once awoken, rides
tied to falling stars.