Starry Night

We’ve been told space

is like two dark lips colliding

 

like science fiction

it outlines a small cosmos

 

where fear hides in a glow

where negative space

 

becomes a place for wishing

a constellation of hazy tunes

 

of faint sharp vowels

a glossary of meteors

 

a telescope to god

a cold bright white

 

maybe distance damages us

maybe Jupiter

 

will suddenly surprise us

with a notion of holiness

 

but instead an old planet

takes over all the space

 

and we are reminded

of the traces of fire

 

in our gaze

defining our infidelities

 

Nathalie Handal

 

Done