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

And, release
In song,
A sing-song

Breath-less-ness. Done.

Was it good enough?
Was it long enough?
Does the echo echo, again?

Beautiful beyond pale,
My nightingale?

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






Long moments
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