Lucky Sack

from Holly Starley's Caravan Write In session, Saturday, June 13th, 2026.

Photo by Brad Switzer on Unsplash

THIS LUCKY SACK OF STARS


Or so I was labeled
by a lucky libertarian
the new, cool corporate way 

to say
baby you’re a rich man too.

And I suppose it takes one
to know one:

all us lucky sacks
a magic powder within
carrying consciousness
like a seed 
hidden inside a comet

finding foothold perch in: 

a dusty swamp
a frozen jungle
a boiling tundra
a saturated desert
an oasis in a void

endless contradictions
for endless seedlings

we who shouldn’t be here at all
we who are here for no discernable reason
we who wear the divide of the dynamic
of the dichotomy so well

should never forget
as we stare into the hearts
of furnaces
from millions of years ago

that it's not as long as you dream
to remember you were that fire once
to know you burned so well once
and the truth is

you also 
do so now.