the entire constellation

i can’t remember a time when she wasn’t here
here, carried in my body,
here, buried in the ground,
here, seeped into my crevices

because there has never been a time
when she wasn’t here

God forms us in some kind of eternal space,
ever-existing even before existing,
in the orbit cloaking the world in which we move

this why stars are viewed
with such magnificent connection,
why children cannot help but try and count them all

although to me the stars are too much alone
and too little to count
and it is better to marvel at entire constellations
of which, of course, she is one