The Seven Sisters

i want to see your goodness around me

but it's got the properties of water - transparent as glass

your goodness is coiled like a fist,

holed up in the back of the attic,

crouched like a cat

you said i look like a stone sinking

but i am a constellation cut out in the sky

and if i have stopped burning

will you know in your lifetime?

and should i feel cold and far?

and should i feel weightless?

i imagine safety in the stars

'cause you make so many wishes.

do you ever hear what the stars are saying to you?