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THE SEVEN SISTERS / CAITLIN REYNOLDS
It was cold while we stood in your backyard
Looking upwards to the night sky for clarity
For a quiet moment you had your arm around me, my head tucked under your chin
I pointed to a small, twinkling constellation and you said that it was the Seven Sisters
Later I researched it and learned it was formed 100 million years ago
it’s thought that early skywatchers could see more stars in the sky than we do today
Their skies weren’t obstructed by pollution, their eyes not tricked by satellites
The sky didn’t have poison in it yet
and I thought about what it would have been like, to see the sky like that
and then I thought about our hearts as the sky
What would it be like to have a heart not yet corrupted by poison, by disappointments and deceptions
That clarity just came with the territory
The Seven Sisters is 400 light years away
and I thought about how I have felt so far away
from people
People I have loved
People I have trusted
how I couldn’t see any stars because my own sky had become so blurred
Blurred black and blotted out
and I get the feeling you’ve had to look at a sky similar to mine
and I think about how living with the pollution just became second nature
That maybe I didn’t want to see any of those stars
Maybe if I did it would devastate me too much
But I guess when you kissed me I didn’t feel like I was 400 light years away
I could feel my feet on the ground
and we shared a cigarette
I looked back up at the sky and you looked at me
