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I Take These Two Hands and Reach Towards the Horizon
A Prose Poem
wishes fall down like stars in my mind. i wish i could pluck them out, one by one, and scatter the stardust across the realm where my feet tread. but these hands are only human, capable of so much destruction but so untrained for the gift of creation. i am no god, ready to spread the magic of the universe into the infinite workings of planets orbiting the grand-master that is the sun.
i want to feel the motion of particles coming together at my fingertips. i can feel the earth quake under the soles of my bare feet, but it is none of my own doing. i cannot move the pieces of the universe like they are chess pieces on a board. i feel so powerless when all i can do is offer a smile or a hug to the ailing. my arms may tighten and grasp another body, but it feels like such a useless gesture in the grand scheme of supernovas and meteors colliding.
when all i can do is touch the empty air and feel the wind brush against my skin, i close my eyes and imagine what it must have been like to spin the sun from the ethers of before-unseen light and darkness. they say the universe came to be in seven days, but what can i do in that span? i can cry over the love i do not receive, i can buckle under the work i do not want to do, i can sleep away hours that i’m losing more and more each night.
