Mar 9, 2022
Naming the Stars
by Joyce Sutphen
This present tragedy will eventually turn into myth, and in the mist of that later telling the bell tolling now will be a symbol, or, at least, a sign of something long since lost.
This will be another one of those loose changes, the rearrangement of hearts, just parts of old lives patched together, gathered into a dim constellation, small consolation.
Look, we will say, you can almost see the outline there: her fingertips touching his, the faint fusion of two bodies breaking into light.
