Sam


I met 
the universe 
today, she 
told me 
her name 
was Sam.

I had 
so many 
big thoughts
for her—
like how 
the moon

is loyal,
each night
tucking me
safely into
my bed.
I wondered

how the
sky felt
when the 
sun rose
inside her
each morning.

We chatted,
Sam and I,
for quite
some time;
when we
finished talking,

we parted
ways smiling
hearts open—
treasuring our
new friendship
just beginning.

—a draft by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan