when it's late at night and i cannot sleep
Avery Wolfe
when it's late at night and i cannot sleep
i sit outside my window and whisper to the moon
about you
and i hope,
that maybe
if i say your name enough
the cadence of you
will float off my tongue
and fill its craters
like glowing pools
of fireflies
whose lights blink
your name
in morse code
and maybe
they’ll take flight
and your name
will become a
constellation of its own
Inspiration
Much of what I write is inspired by what I read, and this poem is an example of that. This poem takes inspiration from a couple of things that I have read. The first is a poem that I have since unfortunately forgotten the name of about the moon speaking to the narrator. The second is the concept in classic myths of great people being memorialized in the stars forever. I pondered, what if I spoke to the moon - what if I decided who got to exist as a constellation. From there, this poem was born.