Blue stone sky
Could be crushed to powder
And used to make the richest pigment
Known
So deep
So endless
You could lose yourself in its
Vastness and live another life below
This sea
Outside this world
Hands to glass
Peering in with stars looking over our shoulders
Originally published in KidSpirit Online for the Conflict and Peacemakers issue.
Lucia O’Corozine was 14 and living in New Paltz, New York, when she wrote this poem. Her favorite Italian word is “cielo,” meaning sky.
Artwork by Eleanor Bennett, created when she was in 11th grade. She lives in Brooklyn, New York.