Painting Stars

I will rest on my back in a sprawling field of Spring bluebonnets
just as the first pinpoints of starlight peep through the black
curtain falling gracefully across the earth.
I will lift my arm to its full length and stretch even
more to touch each emerging star with a paintbrush
dripping electric color.  Greens and Reds glisten alongside
Flaming Yellows.  Pinks and Purples dance in the Moon’s obliging
glow.  I will arrange this conflagration of color into
cascades of joy falling toward Earth.
The gasp of the Planet will be heard in galaxies
far, far away.  Sounds of laughter and singing will
swirl around and through all living things
and there will be one incredible moment
of unspeakable delight, an orgasm of exultation,
that will shake the granite mountains
and cause grazing deer in color-splashed meadows
to leap into the night air.
And, wrapped in a soft blanket of bluebonnet
perfume, I will sing “Glory, Glory, Glory”
through my tears of limitless gratitude.