The Shifting Stars Poem by jim hogg

the dog needs walking I've been told
he's looking at me from the door
it's tiny legs are keen to go

I think we might go strolling past
a certain house on London Road
where I sold lobsters long ago
when nonchalance was radical
and fear was in my skin and hair
at certain sounds, a certain look

while in another strand of life
we skipped across asbestos roofs
until the darkness caught the sun
and clumped us underneath the stars
the stars that aren't where they were

it's been a while since we were teens
and day by day on distant screens
some cautious words were all we swapped
when she was barely holding on
now only Gemini shines on