to look for the star
that you were in my womb.
I found you, you found yourself
unsteady firmament
and you started to untie the future.
Each knot was a question
and the dusk hushed solemnly
before your hope
and my fears.
A fugitive star,
a constellation in symphony
or a great light in your circular destiny:
we were you and I, my son,
searching for the star that you were in my womb.