Anywhere but Here
Anywhere but Here
Anywhere but Here
by I. Armwood
fingers tightly squeezed togetherdesperate to hold the moon-reflecting water the place of escape and astronomical beautyperhaps if my fingers fused together i could use the water as a portal to the stars
they say when you’re at the bottom there’s nowhere to go but upbut what about when you’re at the tippy-top is there only down
down here i’m always walking on egg shellsbut up there it feels like my wings will never let me touch the surface i become a celestial being free from disappointed eyes expectations failure
i can only hope Saturn will share her ring with me or Mars will melt his polar ice caps to make room for mefrom here i can take comfort in Venus’ short visibility on Earthi can squeeze my fingers a little tighter to make home for the moon’s reflection
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Featured in our August 2021 issue, "Celestial"