<nye's "my grandmother in the stars"> 2002-11-27.6:49 p.m. My Grandmother in the Stars Naomi Shihab Nye It is possible we will not meet again on earth. To think this fills my throat with dust. Then there is only the sky tying the universe together. Just now the neighbor's horse must be standing patiently, hoof on stone, waiting for his day to open. What you think of him, and the village's one heroic cow, is the knowledge I wish to gather. I bow to your rugged feet, the moth-eaten scarves that knot your hair. Where we live in the world is never one place. Our hearts, those dogged mirrors, keep flashing us moons before we are ready for them. You and I on a roof at sunset, our two languages adrift, heart saying, Take this home with you, never again, and only memory making us rich. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad