I Look for Stars in Everything

I find them in the connecting flights between the soft flesh of a cottonwood's late shed

I find them in the waters sculpted architecture, years and years of designing and refining the shape of a stone made of many, smaller stars

I trace them in the patterns I draw into your naked back, connecting freckles and moles to make my own midnight sky in a place where the clouds will never be able to hide it away from me