Far from home.

Long roller-coaster night.
Coasting into the station, I step out of my cocoon for a minute,
To pluck a star from the still-dark sky.
I let it drift between my fingers and
Rest on top my palm.
I harvest another, and more,
And lay them gently in the trees across the street
One by one until they
Spark aflame, orange and blue glowing.
I tap the grass to set them twinkling,
And by the time I am done, I see I have
Borrowed them all, every sparkling star for my own.
I look up and I realize
Dawn has come over the mountains, and my little charges
Are far from home.