a poem a day in the month of may
(The Liminality Journal: Kaitlin Curtice)
Blue skies of morning
blot the starlight from my view;
still, the stars shine on.
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From dust you have come,
And to dust you shall return.
~ Genesis 3:19
We are made of stardust,
every part of our body
formed in stars
over billions of years
and multiple star
lifetimes.
We come from dust
and to dust we shall return.
All my ancestors,
near and far,
came from the same dust.
Our skin tones are different;
sepia, olive, charcoal, lily white
The beat of the drum
to which we dance is different;
bodran, sammi, buffalo hide, goat skin
Our origin stories are different;
cave, sun, breath, moon
Regardless of color, drumbeat, creation story —
our bodies themselves,
the skin in which we live and breath and move,
are all sculpted from the same clay.
the invisible starlight
of my morning
reminds me
i am made of stars
reminds me to
shine on
A Streak of Teal 
Thank you Saoirse. I appreciates your reflecting, creating, inspiring.
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Thank you, Tenneson, for ongoing support and encouragement to keep writing. I find it to be a joyous thing, always a plus in this life.
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