sitting on a black stool
in a forest of midnight

waiting for the moon and begging for a howl

polaris refuses to reveal my backlit compass

and i choose not wander despite knowing
exactly where i am


i listen for the song of saturn
spooling itself up my arm

i inhale black and exhale glitter

the bear in the corner see fireflies and
promises her cubs after dinner dancing

i stay where i am


breathing life into a night
that knows no shadow

sparks on the horizon blinking
silhouette and solstice

in tandem with the rhythm

of destiny’s heartbeat





A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.


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