A STAR AT THE HEART OF THINGS

 

She wasn't sure just how she knew,

Only that she knew,

That if you traveled inward

Past overlapping layers of soft blue

Unfolded now beneath the morning's touch,

That right there in the center

Would lie a purple star

With rays reposing softly

On unfurled blue.

And in the center of her star

She'd find the burst of light,

Spreading outward whitely

Into yellow turning now to pink.

She didn't have to see it,

She just knew that it was there,

Knew that in the hidden heart of things,

Stars tended to be found

By those who had the eyes to see,

Though they didn't have to look. 

 

 

By Jo Anzalone 1-19-2007

 

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