Poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Can I pull the heavens down to meet me?
I want to go there
I want to float among the stars in the void.
But I can’t
So I’ll pull them down
One by one
As if they were paper cut-outs on my ceiling.
Until I have brought the heavens down around me
I will not stop.
My job will never be done
Until I have it all.