Isaac Hollander McCreery, 2 September 2016
Is that what you want?”
He asked me again as we swung to and fro in the breeze,
Coating our bare skin in the smells and tastes of early September.
I am a girl, one among thousands,
A start strewn billions of years ago into the Milky Way.
I stare forever
At all of you,
Until, one day,
I’ll burn out.
“No, but I want to be free.”
You may turn your gaze upon me—
I hope you would—
But you can never engulf me,
For I am too big.
Do you hear that?
It’s your own breath, not mine,
And it will always be your own breath, not mine,
Until it ceases completely.