23 stars adorn my body,
23 stars plus one for good luck.
I’m in a new place and feeling alone,
overwhelmed and yet more at peace
than I have in a while.
I’m not trying to block the quiet
with rhythms outside my heart.
I’m not tip-toeing as if scared
of the monster under the bed.
I’m counting on that good luck star
to see me through to next October.
I’m not calling it a promise,
just a hope.
A wish.
So It Goes 