Poetry: One boy in the stars

A/N: Another poem from the vaults

Image from a collection of Vietnamese fairy tales.

One boy in the stars.

His brain is a map.

When his eyes are shut,

he sees everything

mapped out on a grid.

A million thin lines

that each lead him to

different places

behind his eyelids.

The world in his head

is why he’s not home.

You knock on the door

but no one answers.

That is not to say

it’s not beautiful

to see him thinking.

Hours spent watching him.

He spins simple thoughts

into threads of wonder.

And his face contorts,

knowledge fills the gaps.

Some people live here,

the material world.

Others live in space,

alive between lines.

He is one of those,

the visible ghosts.

Intangible boy

who never speaks out.

You want to tell him

thoughts are not actions.

He can dream the world

but nothing changes.

It takes an effort

to make things happen.

You can’t just sit there

and hope for the best.

There is one step left.

Take your mind and soul

and shape the new world,

visible or not.