Learning to Say the Stars

I am learning

to say

the stars tonight.

Say them again

for the first time

it seems.

Where they are

from here, so

different than they

were just a handful

of weeks

before.

Their names sound

somehow different;

not upon my lips,

but instead within

my heart,

as I learn to

say them anew

in a foreign home.

This newness, this

too shall pass

and stars, and heart,

and home shall once

again be one -

in the heavens

and here, on this

blessed dirt.

Until such time

has come to pass,

I shall speak the trees,

and snow, and sunrise,

whom each has seemed

and stayed themselves

the same

again,

yet unchanged

only in this new

home.  But the

heavens,

the heavens

they look anew.