We’ll Miss the Stars in the Morning

by Lee Potts

Phil Botha

Exhausted but I’m finally on a flight and empty, for now, of all departures. I wonder what everyone crossing this continent with me tonight wants above all else. What will you want when I arrive? Every light down there is where it is because someone felt a stab of desire. How do any of us navigate to what’s always hidden behind the infinitely tender horizon? Our course set by constellations of our own want. We traced white lines like thread taut between some of the most distant stars and devised creatures we alone can see or name. Always and forever on the same journey that first hauled us to our feet before we even had all the words for what we were after.

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Lee Potts is the author of the chapbook And Drought Will Follow (Frosted Fire Press) and is poetry editor at Barren Magazine. His work has appeared Rust + Moth, Whale Road Review, UCity Review, Parentheses Journal, Firmament, Moist Poetry Journal, and elsewhere. He lives just outside of Philadelphia with his wife and the last kid still at home. You can find him on Twitter @LeePottsPoet.