After Searching for a Falling Star at Emandal, Without Success

By Maureen Martin Appel

Place me in the address of the stars

their pale, milky lamplight

spinning through eons of timeless space

a net of sparkle shot across the inky sky


Fix me to that starry sphere

where I drink freely from Callisto’s milk

each glittery droplet a remembrance, a reunion


Find me when I fall in the starless wilderness

devoid of that celestial breast

and illuminate the dream once more

with midnight drumming

women dancing

crickets singing


and perhaps a falling star




Maureen Martin Appel lives in Oakland, CA. She works as a lactation consultant, teaching and helping new mothers breastfeed. Her forthcoming work will appear in Pearl.

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