Come, Come, Commala
You are worth the weight
of every star
that gave its life
for your creation.
is etched discretely on your face
in the ions of your thoughts
the elements that shaped your bones.
I’d like to think they understood
the nature of their sacrifice:
that they would one day
through the science of your skin.
Each of your atoms
is a mystery to me;
how the universe could have crafted you
in only thirteen billion years.
—Rachel Daniel (x)