we make new names for old Gods

The evening sky blushes through my window  
between twilight and darkness we lie, looking out  
waiting for the stars through the  
leafy silhouettes of palm tress  
 
I try to teach you all the names  
of the creeping constellations  
but you make up your own  
giggling into the deepening sky  
 
We are so small under the burning tendrils of light  
and so blessed to see them, and name them at all