Astroanatomy

By Sam Sweikata

She sits, staring into tomorrow as the sun

Dips into the horizon. Salt water dances on her toes

And she knows that no matter how long she

Stares that nobody cares enough to ask

About how fast she comes or goes.

With the wind, it arrives like a kiss on her cheek

And it speaks to her soul.

Young lady counts the waves and prays the

Day away and for night to come swiftly.

It’s a mystery to her, how many stars are in the sky

But like the waves, she counts them- she tries. If she ever

Dare venture out into the open she knows she may not return

Because her heart is filled with wanderlust

And her pockets filled with stones.

She lays with her chest to the dark satin curtain as the

Dimness of night rests upon her constellations.

Foamy lace is touched by her sandy fingertips as

Moonlight drips down her face.