There is nothing like the humble breath
When you realize we are atoms
Blasting in a supernova
Collecting energy in a powerful flurry
Colliding with clusters of history
An insignificance inside of an artform
Evolving in attraction and reaction
We are the populations of the sky
And the same atoms that constitute love,
Evoking fear and devastation,
Ambition and information,
Are the ones that make sound and intonation
Ideas and provocation.
All that we make, we are made of
We are the universe and the galaxy
Bones engraved with time and space
The storms are commanded
By that which commands our hearts
Governing our thoughts like constellations
Fleetingly and beautifully
And unified, like you and me.
Illustration by Hannah Stinson.