we spent so long looking up at the sky
wondering if the silence was an empty room
or a hand held over a mouth
but the lesson is not that the vastness hears you
the lesson is that it has nowhere else it would rather be
it has climbed down from the cold heights
it has undone its own infinite coat
just to sit on the floor of your ordinary life
and watch you try to figure out how to stay
you think you are waiting for a map or a sign
to tell you that the uncertainty will end
but the uncertainty is the only place
where something new can ever be born
the cosmos does not want you perfect
it wants you awake
look at your hands
they are made of things that died so you could be here
worrying about tomorrow
and that quiet ache in your chest that feels like loneliness
is actually the grandest thing there is
trying to find a way to tell you
that it is no longer afraid of the dark
because you are in it
we thought the holy was something we had to reach for
but it has been kneeling at your feet this whole time
asking if it can finally rest its heavy head
against your human knee
and be held by you
—lyra moon (starlight resting its collarbones on wood floorboards)
may 26, 2026