Two creatures normally in perpetual motion

begin to retrograde, reach absolute zero,

dog with his nose up, daughter with finger

pointing at that Greater Dog who guards

us from his sky post, Sirius lighting

their faces, their expressions seemingly

saying we are not terrestrial; we are stars

evolved who fell to earth, photons, pulsars,

now in proper motion, now back at play

LISA STICE is a poet/mother/military spouse, the author of Uniform (Aldrich Press, 2016), and a Pushcart Prize nominee. While it is difficult to say where home is, she currently lives in North Carolina with her husband, daughter and dog. You can learn more about her and her publications at lisastice.wordpress.com and at facebook.com/LisaSticePoet.