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‘We are made of stardust’. John Gribbin, Stardust, Penguin, 2001

Your Hands Are Stars

Gillian_ferguson_photo_high_resby Gillian K Ferguson23 Oct 2013

Your hands are stars.

Fulgent space molecules
fallen through the Universe for black millennia

to the Milky Way’s luminous opal spiral.

See how they still shine -
original light and silver dust
calcified to skeleton.

Trees are alight with damp green stars.
Spangled with rain, dribbling glitter -
which is evolution-spirit,
right visible in spring.
Leaf bones fragile as a mouse’s hand.

Earth’s wet blue halo shimmers
with lonely atoms of ghost stars.

When you touch me at night:
two silver prints like starfish.