Poem

033

Below the universe, there is so much more to see.  

But, alas, she lies on her back, her arms stretched,

her dress a puddle of fabric. She’s trying to be

someone she’s not: a persona too far-fetched.

 

She can not tell the constellations apart,

but nonetheless gives stories to the stars

she keeps in her mind and feels in her heart.

She has thoughts, too, like what if the stars are just cars’

 

headlights? She does not know how

to solve this, so she wonders on:

I might be in trouble, then, here and now.

Maybe I should wait for dawn.

 

She  lies silently, not trying to be anything more

than a girl with nothing to look for.