“But now I know that a twinkling star is just
a satellite, another man-made thing

not quite as far away as the stars, though far enough
to see the world as a whole. Far enough
to see the hurricane somewhere out

in the Atlantic, spinning itself into nothingness,
dissipating under its own destructive power.
Far enough to see who still has electricity

and who doesn't, and yet far enough to not see
me standing in my doorway. Far enough
to not see itself reflected in the water. I toss

the bottle into the flooded street, watch
the ripples, the way the movement makes
the stars reflections waver, twinkle,

all becoming satellites, watchers, until a new
flickering catches my eye...”