The constellations were covered by the smoke
Of your cigar, and as I squinted at Cygnus,
“What’s so amazing about stars,” you spoke,
“That keeps us gazing at night?” For Polaris
We chase no more down the banks of River Tuul,
And we’ve never understood the astronomer’s charts.
But someone once said, “Make a wish and you’ll
Be answered.” So lovers and thinkers sat in parks
In Lisbon and Kyoto watching swans
Glide on long pearled lake lights and thought
How gold and clear the sky shines at dawn
And constellations connect more than just the dots.
That might be why – When we part to places new
I know we’ll keep on stargazing then too.
Written December 31, 2018.
Parameters: Shakespearean sonnet, memories of this past year