Eating Stars

My feet took me on a walk 

down streets I didn’t recognise, 

over bursts of concrete split 

open by tree roots, venturing 

further into the city. 

I looked up at the moon 

playing Pac-Man with the stars, 

chomping them up one by one. 

The path ahead of me dimmed

with each star consumed. 

Through fields I press on molehills, 

compacting their soil, trying to firm up

my thoughts. 

Woven with intent, a spider web 

stops me, raindrops trapped 

in the sticky web. 

Diamonds in the slowly dying glow. 

In its fragility I realise 

the light that is diminishing 

Is the one within me. 

Tender, like pushing on a bruise, 

I wince.