Somewhere the same night sky
hovers over you, over me, too.
I know it’s littered with glitter,
glittering gases of fiery light.
Stars. Can you see them?
‘Cause here the farms are all gone,
and I can’t see through the pollution.
But we can see the moon, a satellite,
revolve around the planet we share.
This earth is not so large,
and are we not so far?
My chest can feel the difference;
my heart can tell the distance.
Skipped, tripped, and flipped
all at once.
Who’s to say in what capacity
destiny calls for?
Maybe nothing’s predetermined
and I’ve determined nothing—
but there’s space here for you.
Maybe it’s not my choice.
But we’ll act quickly or slowly
and reach for the sky—
and I can hope
that our hands will clasp
over the same star.