Light Filters In: Poems

by Caroline Kaufman

our first night together, we talked until birds began to sing. we were huddled together, under the comforter, discussing the formation of the universe. completely unaware that when our fingers first touched, it was the big bang all over again. completely unaware of the infinite universe that was just beginning to form between us.

there is no magnetic pull, no right time or right place. the stars are not aligned for us. so we reach our hands up to the night sky and rearrange them ourselves.