It’s about the bigger picture, you say,
tilting my chin skywards,
How can we make sense of something
we can never see in its entirety?
All I know is I am happy to be
an un-joined dot, sometimes obscured
by low cloud and light pollution;
a past fast diminishing.
But I understand the urge – no matter
how we direct each other’s gaze,
there are things we can’t share.
We are a picture seen only from the inside.
I wonder if we’ll ever be worth study,
as an example of something –
a man, tilting a woman’s chin
towards a picture neither understands.
© Jessica Traynor
Picture captures a billion stars
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Jessica Traynor is an Irish poet with poems published in New Irish Writing, The SHOp, The Moth and The Stinging Fly. She won the 2011 Listowel Writers Week Poetry Award.
