You know when you squint
at a star and the light shines
out in a series of lines
giving the star legs and arms?
What if it’s because all the souls
that once came forth here on Earth
remain watching over from the sky?
Indeed their lives, however many
light years away, have already
passed and all we see
are their echos; but is not the same
to be said for our dead?
Echoes that remain, sounding
off the wall-less walls of my heart
to a graveyard of stars light years away.
Hannah Arin is a junior at Pitzer College pursuing a double major in religious studies and philosophy.
