We Are Up Early Again Honey Bug

Running, an open field

With nothing but a black sky out in front of you

Big enough to swallow you

Big enough to make you feel as if your significance might not mean something

I wish the big dipper would come down and scoop me up

I want to float, be cradled by the universe

Because I know you can’t always have a person hold your hand

Even if you are scared

Because there are some things you just have to do

And nobody can hold your hand

And there’s something in the back of my head

Telling me everything is going to be just fine

When looking at the stars

They practically spell out its ok

From the tips of your fingernails

To the heels of your feet

You are made of star stuff

Cosmic lattes, you matter

I used to have a nightmare as a kid

I was surrounded by darkness

And then all of a sudden every object, person, feeling

Everything that ever existed in my life

Collided in on itself

A giant mass of a mess, floating right in front of me

My stomach hurts

Bring me a butterfly net

Please catch whatever is inside of me

Put it in a jar

Label it it's ok

It's ok