Linda Studley

We are Star Dust… or Not

So apparently we’re formed
from cosmic dandruff,
ashes from a stellar furnace
reintegrated into planets
and people.
By Jupiter, it has a ring to it!
Makes you feel rather celestially grand until
you realize that everything
is made of stardust;
the chair, the cat,
your teacup and somehow
the concept of exclusive grandeur flickers and
fades like the star you wished upon
last night.

#91

PS. (If we’re made of star stuff I think my knee is going nova)