The Personal Space of Norman Milliken « Poetry «
Earth orbit
in a quiet voice
she read her plan
to brighten life and space.
she would swallow heaven,
one shooting star
at a time.
catch cross currents
on her tongue.
a billion brilliant years
of light,
cosmic secrets
spun silent and fast
as hope,
slipping between teeth
and lips, landing
in the heart.
Thanks, Amanda.
The idea came from a shy, young girl in a poetry workshop I was doing a few years ago. She sat quietly for the longest time and then told of her plan to swallow shooting stars. I thanked her later for her gift, but I'm not sure she understood just what she had given me.