After, with thoughts shattered into a universe of skittered stars,
I worry, knowing the aftermath is trudging work to detangle the stars
in my mind. I unwind orbits that have flown far off
their center. I re-pattern my zodiac of stars.
Frightening and beautiful are the supernovas in my gray matter.
I run to catch each and every shooting star.
Where, exactly, do I put the black hole?
Do not fall in on yourself, a star
collapsed. For bravery, I secure Orion’s Belt
across my forehead. For hope, Morning Star
at my crown. And between my eyes,
carefully, for direction, the North Star.
I haul myself into a state of better,
Reorienting my star-field, realigning my stars.
With birds and I
Both at soaring level
I watch from my window
And wait for flight patterns
To predict my day
In sky-blue sky
Starlings are flocking
One hundred wing to wing
Coalescing in agreement
South! Let's fly South!
My exhale flips their direction
The flock bursts open
At my thought of a broken heart
Only to rise again
At my thought of a new day
We are riding air currents
From the morning-breeze bay
The nightingale sings
But I sing louder
On waxing wave of expanding breath
I fill my lungs ‘till
Was it good enough?
Was it long enough?
Does the echo echo, again?
Beautiful beyond pale,
Waning wave sinks into dark air
Breath held, quiet
Until Moon pulls another crest
Fill my lungs
The sea inside fills to my heart
My mind is burnt by the sun
The orbit of unseen moons sloshes tides
-- left, no right, no left --
Saltwater drips from my tongue
of interstitial time
Are softened and sweetened
My cheek is held by air
My breath is held in air
My heart swims in warm honey