Actually, there is a star
over your house
tonight.

Several.

Some of them
are 10 billion years old.

(One was born today
but it was on the other end of town,
behind the Genza galaxy,
and is just hanging quietly with its parent cloud,
awaiting instruction.)

There is, in fact, a group of stars
that I know personally
that guided travelers 
in canoes, and barges, and longboats
before sliced bread.
Before BREAD.

The stars are still out there,
cavorting tonight
above your very house.

Whether the magi
are headed there
as we speak,
I couldn’t say.

I do know of a certain Shams,
seen him at Pippa’s Sports Café,
pouring beer into his upturned telescope
and saying, to anyone who would listen,
that he was already there.