Constellations

A Poem

Photo by Jeremy Thomas on Unsplash

You had eyes made for stargazing
and I had eyes made for looking toward new horizons
your heart seemed accustomed
to hiding in small spaces
and mine has never learned
to stop looking for things that hide
You had hands stained green
crafted to coax life from dirt
and I had hands meant
for letting things slip
between fingers slick with worry
Your feet were designed for
digging in and growing roots
and I had feet that ached
for…