Under my Grandmother’s​ Stars 
Darkness collects in the fields, 
Spreads the distance that 
No one wants to see. 
The days vanish, 
And in their place-
A Super Moon. 
Remember to dream 
In your native language. 
It takes years to see something else,
Space that bends backward toward us, 
It takes years to feel something else. 
I forget what it means. 
But what it means is
The only world I have, 
Is the only thing I know.