never complains because it’s always with you, 
learning to walk in the world again and again. 

What would you say to that child now, as you 
rush past and approach the next corner? 

Is this poem your answer, curled like a spiral galaxy, 
waiting to touch the darkness around it? 

The darkness alive with the light of stars 
beaming out their last sigh: the glow of stardust. 

And, you, oh intrepid traveler of the sidewalk. 
You ... felt the sigh’s breath before your first step. 

Bio: Linda Nemec Foster