by Lynn White

She thought the night sky was like a puzzle
where you had to join the dots,
the glittering cairns
pin point sharp
which marked the pathways to the moon,
to Venus,
to the sun
and beyond.
Sometimes a cairn would come apart
and a piece would fall to earth.
She would catch it there,
hold it in her hands
let it warm them
let it shine
through
then she would let it go.

First published in With Painted Words, October 2019

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