We are all stars,
and I saw each one of us
in the milky brew
over the bridge that crossed
two small streams
and a swath of tall grasses
at the Girl Scout camp that,
truth be told, was not
far enough from the lights
and the sprawl of us
to be much darker
than in the city.
Still, there we all were,
in Orion’s belt, say,
or the Big Dipper,
faint though it was.
I saw you and me, all
our loved ones and strangers—
both living and dead—
but most of all, my daughter,
beside me on the bridge,
tangible in flesh (and coat
and boots), turning
her moon face skyward,
saying, “Wow,” as
the other scouts ran on,
laughing and screaming,
poking holes in the night’s
silence, caught up in some
great vision other than this.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Wow–these are SO GOOD, Marilyn. And you’re doing *two* poems a day? This is amazing. I’m excited to see how this chapbook-challenge series develops, but the non-chapbook poems are superb, too.
Thanks, Jennifer! Yes, I’m doing two different challenges — kind of as penance for having dropped out of one that was all about found poetry and involved a lot of cutting and pasting (both real and electronic).
Ah! Now I understand. It’s nifty to see two different writing processes at work simultaneously.