Published in: Literary Parthenon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HCYV274V?ref=yb_qv_ov_prnt_dp_rw
drunk on distance, its expanse?
I wanted to write with a torch
but ended up with a pencil
with no eraser.
Because the sky
is contagious with stars,
nighttime is best
for viewing that dust
which becomes us.
I want my ashes
to create their own planet.
One where people,
whatever life forms exist,
live in peace.
I cannot cry for what we are.
But I am saddened
by what we are not.