what is this?

what is this?

head thrown back
she stares at
the field of stars
upon billions

where are we?
are we a lonely
planet at the edge
of an unknown galaxy?
or in communion?

a star falls,
or appears to—
its flash of light
in the still expanse
what happened,
she cannot know—

hooting owls
in conversation
guide her home

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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