To look upon stars and long
the sky is a nightlight run
from socket to moon, making
every unknown seem cradled
safely in its luminescence.
the stars seem not so bright,
but all the more abundant
how deeply I wish I could
look upon them and pull out gods,
eternal loves, and ancient allegory.
I don’t know how. I stand weak
and starring–
blankly. as if I have abrupt memory loss–
I am looking up, sorting through hundreds
of photos of a home
I know I should know
yet can’t recall
“Making every unknown seem cradled in safety” is a beautiful image of the sky as our Mother. And the feeling of a lost memory when the speaker sorts through hundreds of photos of a home I should know but can’t recall— expresses deep longing and pain while searching. Thank you for sharing, H. James
Yes. What shelda said.
” yet can’t recall ”
Is a great ending.
It feels like a beginning of knowing.
Nice!
Oooo. This one is really good! The vibration of the stars is like this. I sometimes feel like all the timelines are blurring together. I also relate so strongly to standing outside all of the feeling and knowing, and really wanting to be there but stuck in the part of me that is just…practically keeping me alive and defined. It’s like, your spirit wanting to awaken while your brain tries to calculate something.