A poem about storms over the ocean
At 1 am
We went to the beach
And I saw
Maybe the most stars
I have ever seen
AJ bought me
Water
Eva
An apple pie
We saw storms over the ocean
And I swear to God
That was the birth of the universe
Of many universes
I am meant to be there
In the middle of that
I think
They showed me Orion
The hunter
Glimmering belt
Arm pulled back
Arrow nocked
A star fell from the sky
And they hooked their hopes
And dreams to its descent
I am not a child
I am in my grown person body
I am here
Right behind the veil
On the edge of creation
I am here
The air is cold
But not vengeful
The waves loll
More than crash
Lick
More than lap
The major players
Have chosen gentility
The act of birth
Enough commotion on its own
The atmosphere demands
Hushed tones
And tranquility.
Always a soft palm
I am a child
Looking up at the night sky
I rarely
Got to see
The treat
Of the cosmos
I am a child
Coming home
To the divine dark
It’s so beautiful
I am reminded
Humility
Smallness
We are just
Observers
At the start of the world
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