Stella Silvae

There are so many stars 
in these galaxies. 
All those 
individual 
points of light. 

Each with their own 
varying proximities 
to each 
individual
fight, or flight. 

All born of, and into, and 
eventually extinguished by 
their own 
individual 
plight;

while all those others 
are either chaos, 
or simply
pinpricks 
in the night.

So in the dark, 
and in the cold, 
with all that weight,
it seems impossible to 
reach them.

And thus impossible to 
remember that it’s the 
reaching that will 
keep them 
from collapse. 

It’s that resistance,
their resilience,
against the gravity of life 
that even makes them 
visible at all.

And it’s that light that makes them galaxies,
that makes them part of something else,  
something vast, 
something that guides, 
that’s for us all.