The stars shine in the same skies
but I watch them through windows
different from yesterday’s.
The shadows which the grilles cast
on fresh, newly painted walls
remind me of old strange friends
and new bright friendly strangers.
I left behind fairy lights
with a dreamy yellow glow
taped to the wall like lessons
of warmth, camaraderie
and the knapsack on my back.
How do I travel light, like
the invisible wind when
my heavy heart slows me down?