For Brayden

We sang for you lightyears before your arrival,
space cadet, suspended across a galaxy
of potential. How will your star shine:
as a yellow giant, bright gold like the sun?
Or a nebula, as swirling and amorphous as a cloud?
Maybe it’s new moon circling a distant planet?

To us, you are already a constellation.
Your touchdown to earth was traced by lights
forever suspended far above our eyes.
You do not know it yet, but it tells your story:
the story that is yours alone to tell.
Astronaut, discover it! Find your place

in our cosmology.