The stars shine up there endlessly.
I am now making their inventory
Night after night, strewn like salt
On sea shore, left drying in pans.
Since I came , stars have changed
A lot against the dark sky, behind
The well where the waters glisten
And rope and pail wait out night
Ready to bring up the fallen ones
Dropped by somewhat loose sky.
My tiny fingers are not pointy.
I forget where I stop and resume
And I have to do my home work,
Between and run down to home.