from "Night Sky"

If you have grieved you have loved. Twinned,
like the sun's thread-corona, the moon's deepening
pearl. The violent deaths of stars an expanse
through which everything moves—lights thrown
from collapse. You are coastal, throatless,
roaming through people that hold tight then let go.
You are the blue forest through which sunbeams
sweep. And you are nothing but actions of the loom
threading aster and hunger. You are nothing but roads
interrupted by wheels. What will be left in us
but pure admiration? Dust released into night.

--Joanna Klink