I have never felt a star
yet all my feelings come from a body
made from stuff of stars.

I have felt the timeline
beyond our own timeline
watching the rotation of our home
against the night sky.

All my light comes from stars
yet I do not see the new light of now from stars.
I am left with old light,
moments old, years old,
centuries old, older than the time of dinosaurs.

Recycled explosions, gravitational encounters,
giant gas bubbles happen now,
yet I do not see them now.
Only my grandchildren's grandchildren
will see that light,
if they notice,
if they care.