Seeing Stars

Even the brightest things

As they appear to us

Are all illusion.

Their light

Like drops of water from

A cracked dish

Spills and scatters into the

Universal mess of old dust and matter.

But we, craning our necks below,

Settle gratefully for less

Never knowing how bright,

Bright might have been.

Seeing stars was shortlisted in the Baskalier Open Poetry Competition and was included in  Extinction: An Anthology of Poems, published by The Baskalier Press,

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