Apr 22
the sky was white tonight.
the sky was white, it was clear tonight.
not a cloud, not a storm
the pale white of the lady of the moon, lost
to the accusatory glare of the street lamps
and the scolding scalding smog
the sky was white tonight.
The white of bones, white of death
No stars, our ancestors, veiled from us
our wonder, tabula rasa, without a pen
I look up tonight.
I search for the gleams, the shines.
the marks of something more than the glaring eyes of atoms trapped, the glaring eyes of the white of death
- smog -----------------------------------------------------------------------
I went for a night walk where I live and I couldn't see the stars. Naturally, I got emotional and wrote a poem.