Interstellar Gaze

A poem that spawned from a comment until I had multiple stanzas.

Photo by Mario Purisic on Unsplash

Where we can't find stories 
in the stars, we will find echoes 
of vignettes scattered like an alphabet 
that took a stick of dynamite to the face. 

It's just up to us to create 
the constellation of our own 
interpretations. The possibility 
of touch—impossible. The possibility 
of connection—long transpiring.

Like a…