Wednesday, July 9, 2008

spilling stars

I spilled the tiny stars.

escaping from their flimsy envelope, all across the wood floor they flew, creating a happenstance mise en scene reminiscent of the milky way. carefully, I collected each one on the tip of a finger, blowing gently to release any dust that may have hitched a ride. I found them more secure shelter in this wee jar that previously housed a candle. they are waiting and wishing to become something else, something more, something beautiful, something loved.

the blue one wants to be first.