I made it to my new home in Hawaii,
and as I sluggishly dragged in my luggage
at 9pm Hawaii time,
I thought of 2am home time.
At the top of the nearly vertical driveway,
I found the stars gleaming brilliantly in the night sky,
through my bleary, well-traveled eyes.
As the faint scent of lemons wafted to me,
I found the big dipper.
Could he find the big dipper?
If I stretch my short little fingers up
to the constellations,
Could he reach me?
Or has he moved on in the am,
While I’m stuck back in pm?