star

how do you breathe life into people

–   not metaphorically –

how do you grasp their lungs and hold on

until they remember they are alive

how do you catch your own breath

long enough to tell them that

they are more beautiful

than you have words for

we live in the same world

so I will always be here for you

but how do you breathe life into people

I’m asking for celestial hands

while dust falls, mocking, from my lips

I am no god

so I make maps

simple words on lined paper

constellations that are more than burning stars

I leave a space for you

courageous space traveler

you will find your way home one day