A free verse poem about the night sky seen in a city. |
I’m a city boy, born and raised in Macon, Georgia, now living in Shreveport, Louisiana. Every night past midnight, I walk with my Corgi. While he tracks nose-down, I look up at the night sky. All the stars twinkling away against their muted black backdrop give rise in me thoughts of my insignificance as I marvel at the vastness of the night sky… so many thousands of visible stars. I enjoy this quiet time of wonderment that my dog and I share nightly, but the city night sky is an imposter. My wife and I happened to be visiting her country aunt last week, staying well after dark. The country night sky is a totally different phenomenon than a city sky. The country night sky has a richer, deeper, coal-black background more like black velvet, and the stars! Millions of stars filling all the spaces between the stars apparent in the city night sky. I stood looking up in awe at the sight. The city night sky is a pale, pathetic version of the country night sky. Lights from the city wash out the details so that the night sky I am accustomed to seeing all my life is like seeing the true night sky through cataract eyes. I wonder what else in our lives do we all experience in as diluted form as city dwellers do the night sky, accepting it unaware of the beauty and splendor that go unseen nightly. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |