Scraping at stars…
They reached their hands into the dark black sky
Striving towards the heavens
As if they could scrape down the stars
with their fingernails
And in the forgotten corner
of some forgotten world
Shattered glass fell down like rain.
As strangers huddled around fuzzy radios
and listened to the sounds of the world twisting,
of the winds changing,
of the tide stirring,
of the arc bending.
We erected bridges out of open arms and buildings out of resurrected dreams.
And while looking up into the circling sky, only three words echoed back:
Yes
we
can.
!!!!!!!!!!