Sunday, June 24, 2018

Although We Also Make Aliens of Each Other

“Everyone has their favorite
Constellations, ones they feel
Close to.” Interesting phrase,
“Feel close to,” in that context.

Can’t help it, can we?
The night’s full of us,
And we are full of ourselves.

The sky is layered with us.
We constellate specks of light.
Lace them up tightly
With our own bootstrapped stories.

And, it’s true, we feel close
To our favorites among them,
Me, too. There’s nothing

Too distant for us to love,
For us to fall in love with,
To embrace as part of us,

Nothing alien
Enough we won’t make fictive
Kin, a hero tale,
An ancestor, one of us.

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