Per aspera ad astra
We were lost in the plains,
beautiful and ordinary.
Sunflowers in the fields,
seeds of fallen stars,
standing tall; deeply
rooted in this land.
I’ve admired how our flowers
shine, grasping towards the sky,
beyond the prairie grass, anchored
down to earth; mimicking the sun.
When a gardener plants the
seeds of Helianthus, they are
performing magic. Raising
stars out of the dust where
buzzing planets circle, half
red moons set, and swarming
comets float in orange comas.
I’ve always felt that late at night,
in the bed of a truck, in a Kansas field,
we were at the center of this universe.
And I was exactly where I should be,
amongst the flowers, not below.
From How to Hang the Moon (Spartan Press, 2017). Copyright © 2017 by Huascar Medina. Used with the permission of the poet.