Constellations

... They had to name, they had to remember, or things would
not be named and remembered if they did not do it.
                                                      — Carlos Fuentes

These are the new stories,
our response
to the sorrow
of light arriving
and dying
the stellar maps of
story and myth
where writers find
their way back
to beginnings
riding like black
satin horses
charging the silvery landscape.
This is to remember
Our wounded and
dead. This is to remember
the names
we’ve given away
or never received.
This is to love the forgotten.