Blue stone sky

Could be crushed to powder

And used to make the richest pigment


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.