The River of Stars

I lived beside a river of stars.

One day I saw a bird

fly into the water

and thought him dead. 

Then: a knock 

at the door, a place 

by the fire, three days 

without a word.

I fed him porridge oats 

and pumpkin seeds.

He sat by the window, 

looked up at clouds

with his black eyes.

Where are you from?

What can I give you?

No reply.

On the third night he set 

the moon in my hands,

wrapped in a tea-towel 

like a porcelain plate.

He opened his wings

and flew into the sky.

In dreams I followed him

along the blue road.

The stars lit my way,

shone with a gentle light.

I did not feel the cold.

And with me, the moon.

From NaPoWriMo: Today, I challenge you to take a chance, literally. Find a deck of cards (regular playing cards, tarot cards, uno cards, cards from your “Cards Against Humanity” deck – whatever), shuffle it, and take a card – any card! Now, begin free-writing based on the card you’ve chosen. Keep going without stopping for five minutes. Then take what you’ve written and make a poem from it.