Human bodies are forever bound
to stardust. It is said that ashes
turn to ashes, but really,
flesh turns to dust
turns to stars
turns to black holes
turns to the digestion of light.
And here I am, walking around
with stomach cramps.
Yet how trite our daily lives
may seem in the grand sight of it all,
each and every single one of us
can carry the meaning
of a thousand stars.
And that’s half of what we see at night,
most poets would say there are millions
and millions of them visible in the sky.
But honestly, there are just about
two thousand for the human eye to discover.
And that’s what we are, human.