The universe is just

That night down in our valley garden
punga grew around us, primordial.
'It's so primordial,' you said, your thin
hand reaching toward mine. 'Yes,' I said, 'all

we need to do now is look above us.'
So we did. 'There's so much up there,' you said,
'you'd almost think the universe is just…'
'Just a bunch of space,' I interrupted.

Not long after that we left the garden.
I've heard you moved to the coast or some such
place. As for me? I live with the boredom
and the dog. It doesn't trouble me much

except when the smog clears and there they are,
with meaningless geometry, the stars.