Mercurial
Danielle Devillier

I sometimes dream I passed among the stars
Upon my little bike of silver-blue
With moonlight trailing from the handlebars
And constellations turning as I flew.

For though I didn’t pass among the stars,
While on the path I tried to learn to ride,
My memory is snatched away by Mars,
And Saturn sings to set my fears aside.

I know I didn’t pass among the stars;
I undertook to ride and often fell
Among the wayside roses, leaving scars
Along my legs and on my mind as well.

The scars heal over, skin pulled pale and tight,
And time turns bramble thorns to stars of night.