My Heart Can Be Heavy

I know I probably should be writing about resisting, protesting, and autocracy, but, the 
Stars. 

They are alive. 
My heart can be heavy—I need them. 

My Stars haiku:

You’re all Souls to me
When I look up, you look back

I see thee, You see?

Something’s coming. I feel

It. The birds feel

It. The trees feel 

It. Do you? 

My heart can be heavy. I know.

Like an unharmed child, 

I jump

         Jump

                Jump

On dry leaves in October—my favorite month.

I am carefree, in moments,

I grab hold of them.

Jump!

       Jump!

              Jump!

Crunch!

          Crunch!

                    Crunch!

I am hopeful 

And my heart can be light.

Erika X