there is no reservation at this table of consideration. for all the lauded tricks of human matter, it is only one of… do you not know that the stars conjecture? conferring on creation — beginnings, beings, resolution — is as common as dust. we are not alone no matter where we cast our gaze. even to the depths of this pale blue dot there is love streaming, waves of light washing other skies. from the tiniest atom to next year’s newborn galaxy the milk of life flows, and with life, this wisdom. do not feel despair because each instance is ephemeral. think rather of what your being will become when your name is put to rest. and think on all the majesty of becoming that is to come at the little cost of loss from today — but only in order. there is no squandering in this prodigious balance. yesterday gave you this and you will feed tomorrow and all of this temporality will re-member you. so do not think that the forest does not know you. the very stars sing your praises at this staggering banquet of being.
©Elizabeth Anker 2022