The Tears They Shed

The full moon stretches out its light

across the lake, frozen now, and up

to the tree tops, snow tipped, and I wonder,

standing here on the shore, watching,

one small human on this pale blue dot, earth-

bound, what the view from there must be

and what the constellations see, looking down,

watching and wondering, as I, looking up;

the stars, perhaps, are the tears they shed for us.