We’re lying on our backs again, staring up at shards of sky. We know the names…Andromeda…Cassiopeia…the Ursas…but we have no idea what or who is where. I think I have found Draco, but then, I am always seeing dragons, everywhere. I wish for just a moment that I could borrow his wings. The Three Sisters are easy, having tangled themselves into Orion’s belt. Lying here too close and yet so far away, I myself am once again slightly uncinched – unconvinced that we will ever tangle ourselves into anything that anyone can see. Or anything that will ever, ever shine.
Laughing sliver moon
knows stars will fall, unbroken,
small light shed and shared.
I’m a day late (and perhaps a good nonfiction concept short) for Toni’s Haibun Monday over at dVerse. But I am always, ever inspired by the night sky, so I couldn’t resist giving it a try.