Chelsia Durkee, copywriter & creative

There is wisdom in the silence
When you don’t rush to fill the void
When you sit and just be

And though your brain
Fabricates every potential,
Every missed connection into poetry
Coloring in every smile, glance, and gaze 
With the weight of constellations

You put your faith in these stories,
Fabricating their presence into meteors
Mistaking their velocity as your center
Not realizing that shooting stars only last a second

Just because we thought
Their gravitational pull
Nourishes us
Feeds our humanity
Affirms our specialness
Doesn’t make it astronomy 

The naked eye makes planets and playgrounds
Out of an abyss of black holes   
When the Earth orbits the sun
It does so perfectly on command
An exact science we take for granted

Ground your presence
Like the Earth
Solid and centered
And receive the natural gifts of the cosmos
Release all fear and faith in homespun Gods

It’s easy to admire the stars 
When in hindsight time and distance makes
Everything appear brighter

Beware of the poets that let words spill out flippantly 
And honor the poetry that you and the Universe craft so carefully

Maui, view from the Road to Hana, May 2025