Feeling an urge for the magnificent,
she closes the door behind and
pulls her eyes up to the night sky.
Trembling and deep,
a singular breath breaks the quiet.
Stars cradle the night.
glimpsed between the moody thicket of clouds.
She can feel them.
She does not need to see them to know
just how they embrace the earth.
The Seven Sisters in their triangular house,
bright and solitary Venus,
the angles of the Dippers, large and small.
and beyond the named ones
orbit the rest of the protectors, helpers,
the angels of the night.
The spotty clouds, still lazily forming and reforming,
now speak to her--
“We are of the earth. Made of the same elements as you.”
Same as me? she wonders, then imagines