A Singular Multitude

She looks up,
her eyes travel, they move
over the specks
of a white spray.

The unified dome
holds within it
a play,
of starlight and
a singular multitude—
a family, together
because of their place
in the sky.

When she looks,
she is ignorant of the distances,
the enduring empty miles
of nothingness.

She is yet to understand,
that all stars brave
their own abyss,
illuminate their own darkness
to shine.

From the book – Fine Tangled Strands