by Min Kim
The night sky is not inky pitch but pink
The color of a fall before a rise
And burning stars blaze not, but simply blink
As I look out at lights that I despise
Where are the constellations of times past?
The chaos of the cosmos writ just so?
Far longer were these spirits meant to last
To show us all the greatness we could know
For wonder strikes my essence when I see
The past eternity of traveled light
Despite intrinsic human brevity
Someday will all humanity take flight
For in the velvet vistas of deep space
We all are wand’rers in a wand’ring place
last line got me night owl walkin