I am a million shooting stars,

this is how I see myself—

I’m beautiful.

I’m golden,

shining brighter than a supernova.

and here I am

touching every moment.

I’m tucking them in my pockets.

I’m walking them home.

I’ll stitch them together—

minutes to minutes—

hours to hours.

I’ll be right here

pouring light from a jar.


–From STARSONGS, by Brijit Reed