life, poetry

Constellations

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A list exists

of all the addresses of all the people I have ever known

well enough to remember

a list like a map of constellations

pointing in myriad direction

if you go this way and lie underneath the lilac tree

you will grow long white roots

if you choose another path, the one where the orange soil

burns the soles of your feet

you may never return

and if you choose to fling

yourself from the rocks of Cyprus

into a green sea

you may see the magnification of the world

through your veins

already we know the choices we will make

what lies impossible for us

drying out starfish pressing against sand

may seem like an option but

everything is preordained before we know

as if some guiding hand

moves us sundering toward the end

with gentle entreaty

I could have told you at seven years old

what I would have done and those things

better left for dare-devils who Rollerblade

closer to the sun

I could have written out my sum

and all its stars

and made of the paper a map

of my journey before indeed

I knew the meaning of such quest

for as the girl sits out the game

thinking of faraway places instead of pursuit

or she who climbed the tallest tree knows

this will not confine her hunger

at such tender ages we become

the calculation of ourselves

I was always wearing costumes

left over from school play

and when it came time to remove my mask

and my tail

I found it melancholy to return

to ordinary

as others seek riches, or know how to

surf the highest wave

fearless in their far-flung gaze

I knew the edge of the lake

was as far as I would dare step

without looking back

without some regret

and nothing and no one

changes so much

they cannot find

their way

back

(image location; https://www.pinterest.com/pin/433893745323247752/)

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17 thoughts on “Constellations

  1. So much about this to love. The preordained plan of things is something I believe in my core. Not a script as much as a plan for the stars we are meant to touch. And then thinking about the wishes of childhood and how that shapes who we are and what we know of ourselves. For I had lost track of that for so long. For me all I ever wanted was love. True love. It was what I knew I was destined to pursue. I slipped away from those ideals for so long, but “nothing and no one changes so much they cannot find their way back”. Yes.

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  2. “I could have told you at seven years old

    what I would have done and those things

    better left for dare-devils who Rollerblade

    closer to the sun

    I could have written out my sum

    and all its stars

    and made of the paper a map

    of my journey before indeed

    I knew the meaning of such quest

    for as the girl sits out the game

    thinking of faraway places instead of pursuit

    or she who climbed the tallest tree knows

    this will not confine her hunger”

    And the ending 4 lines are absolutely majestic.
    You were meant to write. I hope you feel that.

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    • thefeatheredsleep says:

      There she is. How are you? I miss seeing you here. BTW did you get my email? I would very much like your address or a PO box where I can send you a flyer for the book xo

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