And so you continue, perhaps,
begun somewhere else, already
sewn into our souls, some
sort of constant
possibility, perpetually
out of sight, out of reach. But
maybe today you begin
to be more, a big bang
building a universe
of attention and adoration,
your planets set and eager to orbit
an existence we’ve wished
into reality. Perhaps. But sometimes
stars burn and fade like matches,
we know, don’t always grow
into fires that change the ground
they’re set upon, into giants
that generate their own
gravity. But maybe this
new polaris you promise us
is finally ready to rise and join
the galaxy of bright spots
we worship, whose
small smiles center us, emitting little
glimmers our lives
already revolve around.
love notes
a ritual to start the week
