The astronaut floats through space, untethered In an abundant field of absolute bright. Reach for the hand of the astronaut. Together, determine which points of light can be pinned to the lapel, or are forever lost. Folded within our world are so many more worlds, some made of nothing and silence, others made of things as precious as oxygen and love. Wrapped within our words are so many more words. Some so easy to express, others that leave us wondering how to describe this untethered floating, the occasional yearning for a new North Star.