There are stars on the ceiling in my room.
Nights which haven’t been tiring
And sleep is a few yards away
Are when I lie down to look up at them.
Then I am no longer in my room
Instead under an extensive, starry sky
Under me a soft quilt of grass
With dew lingering in the air above
I connect the stars
As a child connects dots
In grade 2’s math assignment
I connect each to everyone I know
Everyone I love
Everyone I met
Those too who left
Those who I left
And the ones whom I will never meet.
Life is easy this way
With a few elephants, lions, cats, demons, angels,
All made from connecting dots
And spun into a child’s picture book
I once owned
And laughed at
Till the story became mine
Written on the sky
I wake up to my dad switching the lights off
And leaving the room.
In the dark
The green stars in my room glow
I want to be the one people look up to.
and a desire to touch the dots