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I sat down one day, with blank paper and pen
to draw my whole universe, and everything in it
But my thoughts slipped away like birds from cages
And the paper stared back at me with contempt.
My hands would not obey, the glorious earth
of color and life became on paper an egg shaped mess.
The ordered cosmos like a broken watch, its gears bent and still.
So I did nothing until that day when we woke up to the sun
And I drew from your shoulder blades to your spine
all the constellations of the sky. Here Polaris, there Orion.
The moon and the planets traced by lips and fingertips
And when you woke to my touch and asked
“What on earth are you doing?”
I said I was stargazing.
And you laughed and exclaimed “You’re a weirdo”
but with a smile. And you’re right.
But in that moment I traced all of creation
and marveled at the beauty