My Astronomy

I am a collection of stars

Not yet a constellation

I am a handful of sky

And  I feel black night slipping and sliding through me

My veins filled with inky discovery.

I am a winking canvas,

My fingertips glowing with white anticipation.

I don’t yet have a shape.

I am somewhere between being free and unmoored,

A patch of night among many.

I don’t know my destination.

But does that make me lost?

I’m not sure.

There’s no astronomer to draw lines between my twinkling edges

There’s no one to form me.

So I suppose only time will turn my bright beginnings

Into some


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