The Solidity of Air

Tell me the stars
   did not fall
Did not shower the Earth
   in starseed
Did not grow
   into the very plants
That heal our hearts
   and souls.
Tell me this.

Tell Me The Stars Did Not Fall

And I will show you
   the flowers of cosmic form
The seeds containing
   all of life’s potential
The puff of thistledown
   floating, suspended
   by the solidity of air itself.
And I will ask you,
   how can you disbelieve?
How can you say
   that every morsel of breath
Does not belong   to the very Universe
In which we reside?

Written 2020/1/13, Britt Lao

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s