among the nightingales

With the tectonic plates
more or less stabilized
and peace (more or less)
arrived at,
the focus shifted
to domesticity.
The building settled into itself,
becoming a home.

The mice made a hash
of the baseboards
but no matter.
Every foundation has its secrets.

At night the skyscrapers were like hills
that whispered peacefully in the wind
and we stretched out on the roof
with bottles of red wine.

Tell me, you said,
about the stars.