Because

By MJ Dally

Because we chose

to collide like stars,

not dandelions,

we got a galaxy, not a garden;

we are thus blinking stardust

too near, too far

in our own aftermath.

Because we chose silence in our tongue

so many times,

we made a statue, not a gramophone;

we are thus stillness, not songs.

Because we chose to cry

at the feet of time,

we made an ocean, not a shrine;

we are thus waves, not amulets.

Because we chose to stay

and not chase the wind,

we grew roots, not wings;

we are thus an Oak, not sparrows.

Because we chose to plunge

into the bottom of the inkwell,

we got stabbed by the pen;

we are thus poems, not portraits.

Because we chose

to hide our eyes

in the shadow of clouds

under the cotton quilt of a dream,

we got the night, not day;

we are thus the full-moon

in our sleepy sky.

By MJ Dally