Sometimes the stars are on the bottom,
The world upside down,
A topsy-turvy circus.
So ingrained in habit,
We keep looking up,
Tripping over the moon,
Stardust on our knees.
We forget that everything shapes us,
The ups, the downs,
Each bearing their own gifts,
Each helping us to grow.
Sometimes the stars are on the bottom,
But they are always heartbreakingly beautiful.
(For my friend, Beth Heffern)
