Constellations of My Summer Soul©️ by Felina Silver (copyright 2025)

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

At ten, the summers unfolded

like a secret sky,

each journey a star

igniting the dark velvet of time.

Richmond shimmered,

Philadelphia hummed in brick and bell,

Baltimore drifted through me like smoke,

and Carolina opened

its wide, blue spell of horizon.

🚝 🚝 🚝 🚝 🚝 🚝 🚝 🚝 🚝 🚝 🚝 🚝 🚝 🚝

The Girls Friendly Society—

a circle of song by firelight,

where the river of laughter

became my first prayer to belonging.

🚙 🚙 🚙 🚙 🚙 🚙 🚙 🚙 🚙 🚙 🚙 🚙 🚙 🚙

Then Springfield’s arms,

my father’s kin,

and Martha’s Vineyard,

where the tides whispered

that the ocean remembers all names.

⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️

On rare weekends,

the Cape unfurled—

Uncle Sonny’s shoreline

glistening like a silver psalm.

🛫 🛫 🛫 🛫 🛫 🛫 🛫 🛫 🛫 🛫 🛫 🛫 🛫 🛫

Later, grown yet still a wanderer,

I touched the edges of the world:

Cincinnati—

a vow spoken beneath borrowed stars,

San Francisco rising golden,

San Diego exhaling sun,

Florida’s horizon bending

into a honeymoon dream.

🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋

And still—

each place returns not as a map,

but as a constellation,

drawn in the heavens of my heart.

I am the traveler

and the trail of light itself—

home is the circle of stars

I gather,

and the journey

is without end.

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