It prompted a few responses, and I posted them here. Seems it's still tickling people's imaginations.
Here's a contribution from one of my monthly group members, poet, painter and printmaker:
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.
Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.