07/02/2024
To lie alone beneath the stars,
summer’s warm breath against my neck.
Venus setting, Ursa Major, Cassiopeia,
the Milky Way,
a strewn basket of stars.
They have attended me all my days, unaltered
pointing to all that’s big and everlasting.
To lie alone beneath this sky,
Is not to lie alone
at all.
~susan
