Walking all night is a meditation.
Form, movement, mind under the constellations.
July sky— Corona Borealis, Scorpious
& Draco
from which the Cat’s Eye Nebula halo blooms
like a sunflower on the prairie
And your eyes, night-sunflowers of stardust.
Searching for a light to stretch towards
reaching over the light years.
Some gravitational force, maybe a near & unseen companion star
evolving your stellar beauty, expanding the very matter of you
pulling your essence towards them.
But it might just be your own magnetic field,
convulsing,
this is how you became, shedding old skin.
Resonant traces of your past become art
originating from the majestic center of you,
which the creation of remains a mystery.
Long lost sun, stardust, elemental wonder
this spectacular life- before you dwarf into a memory
alive in a galaxy impregnated with your aura.
NorthSouth Press 