Poem and Art by Jaclyn Holliday
lying still, just me
under the never ending road of stars
with no city lights to drown out her beauty.
i reach up to hold hands
with the massive exploding ball of gas.
i cant touch it
but i feel her energy breathing life into my tiny body.
pitch black encompasses my vision
with only her light reflecting off the tip of my nose.
my neck twisting and turning
to capture every inch of the illustrations above me.
i see stars,
some moving, most still.
i see Half Dome,
with a resting lone hiker laid out on the rock,
fulfilling another dream on their bucket list.
i see a blanket of serenity.
i wish i could lay here
my mind buzzing with new thoughts
on my existence and what it truly means to be present.
is there a difference between living and existing?
is my perception of reality the same as everyone else in my world or do we all construct our own version for ourselves?
what’s out there beyond what my human eyes can take in? breathe out
i lounge on the grassy cushion in awe
that this is what has been above me every single night for the past 21 years and it’s the first time that i’ve been able to truly experience it. the unpredictability of what could happen tomorrow is stripped away with the comfort that every night
she is watching over me