for Miles

Someday---Dear Child,
you'll cast your net
up toward the sky of stars
it will fall back to the earth
catching only you---off guard.

Surprise! Dear Child,
within your net
illuminated, see the star?
That which once evaded you
was never very far.

You see---Dear Child,
inside of you there shines a sea of stars
upon which, you, free to sail,
will cast your net
both near---and far.