I am a light polluted sky
Dulled and tainted by the noise of the city
Ever present ever going never stopping
Leaving me behind, stagnant
The constellations don’t change shape and the moon stays where she is
and there should be comfort within this confirmation
As I stay still, they will keep me company
Even as the Earth spins into oblivion, they take to the stage every night
But–
But even I, as rooted to the earth as I am, must take in a breath (several if I’m lucky)
And acknowledge that life will move on, and so must I
The moon may not depart from my sky
Glittering constellations dwelling nowhere but their intended place
Yet, instead of these notions keeping me here,
Should this not be a sign to meet them where they are?
I can love the moon from a far, but I’m certain she’s absolutely radiant up close