There were once two sisterswho were not afriad of the darkbecause the dark was full of the other's voiceacross the room, because even when the night was thickand starlessthey walked home together from the riverseeing who could last the longestwithout turning on her flashlight, not afraidbecause sometimes in the pitch of nightthey'd lie on their backsin the middle of the pathand look up until the stars came backand when they did, they'd reach their arms up to touch themand did.
Jandy Nelson