Not Lost


Constellations swing around
and my life, only a short song
Spins along. Soon enough
I will rotate out of this orbit
float from gravity’s hold
Take my point in the moving galaxy

Our bones hold the offerings
of our ancestors, as our hands
bear their tokens, our hearts their stories.
As we pass ourselves along
to our heirs, our people.

We are pools of gathered starlight
Owned by no one but
only by the whole.

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