Dazzled
As I stare into the far darkness,
There seem to be more stars, in the wide sky,
Than there's room, up there, to accommodate them,
And in wordless wonderment,
I ponder how such a phenomenon is heavenly possible.
Admittedly, being a city dweller,
Accustomed to white-noise light pollution
Pretending its radiance can compete with celestial fulgence,
I never have a chance to witness such incandescence
As illuminates this upper-Wisconsin welkin,
Where the Milky Way and the constellations I memorized,
From my beloved childhood copy of The Stars for Sam,
Have been pulled down — a vast field of astral delight
Not even a thousand feet above my eyes.
May these supernumerary stars bury me, in their brilliance!
08/14/09 - (3)
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