Diamanté dusted skin sparkles with warmth. —A thousand exploding suns scatter sequin clad offspring. Fling them on a trajectory to slide through space and spheres. The weight of stars on their shoulders wisdom in their rays. They flee the destruction. No chance to phone home on arrival they beam they beam they beam. On a course to collide with comets merengue with meteors or land a pirouette on skin hair fur face bark stem leaf branch to become vitamin d to synthesise a plant —an old growth forest. Do they k N O w where they’re going when they leave H O M E ?
The science inspiring the piece:
'What Is a Light-Year?' by Nasa Space Place
Feature image by Dylan O'Donnell [Public Domain]