Stardust

When you look at the stars,

do you feel infinite or insignificant?

In the cosmic glow,

of a clear night

I think of us,

an island spinning in

the vastness of space,

and the small singularity

that gave us a universe.

Celestial dewdrops 

In peril,

through our need to be big.

But there’s joy in being small,

and what a wonderful thing

to be made of stardust.