Dust pine harvest by JAMILA – Behind the Gas and Dust of Orion’s Trapezium Cluster by NASA
Monks wash my face
and pine needles purify my feetyet to remove this dead, decaying outer layer
which no longer serves to guard my boundaries
I must use my nails
scratching, scraping
sifting through the cellular archive
so when I enter the night
and touch the snow
I can greet the sky
and feel the stars bless my skin