' ' ' ' As Above So Below(For Lyn)

I show her the stars. 'Are they ours? ' she whispers. 'Only if we name them! ' I answer as the Universe undresses itself before us. I name the stars for her making up names for the stars I don't know ...the names of. 'This one is yours...it's a Tilly star! ' I show her how to hold it betweeen forefinger & thumb gently gently I tell her what constellations are. Next night the moon finds her arranging her collections of pebbles shells & stones (taken from the mouth of rivers taken from the sides of seas 0 adopting a star's position mimicking each constellation. 'I want to be able to see them even when I can't see them! ' All that sunny Sunday her constellation of shell & stone shone brightly in the noon day sun.