Poetry

Origin

by

Stephanie Clauson

someone said
and no one heard
and that became the world

a darkling plain to swallow years
(threescore and ten and then some)

less than lonesome
more than memory

a star that longs to

gobble up the sky
as moonbeams trickle down your chin
you ask him, "who am i?"

he smiles and sighs
"i dreamt you, child
when lightning burned up half the sky."