Across the Universe

As I take a moment to gaze in wonder at the night sky,

I think about the universe and

Feeling so small

I delight in the simplest of exercises, long practiced in the school rooms of my youth.

My pen veritably dancing and seductively drawing me in.

Letters are formed out of habit, flowing like waves out of my fingers,

Filling up the paper, transforming it from cellulose pulp into

A defining sense of self.

Lesley Armstrong