In the darkness are points of light
jewels strung across the sky
by unseen hands of strength and might,
or an unknown someone’s
imagination taking flight.
I stand in awe, feeling smaller somehow.
I become more minute by the minute,
a small measure of who and what I am
or what I could impossibly become.
I watch Venus and Jupiter
hanging in the western sky,
nearing closer each night and wonder why.
My tiny self on tiny earth joins them
in silent and solemn trajectory
around our sun, in blazing mystery.
I stand and wonder at the beauty naked to my eye,
joined by history with ancient watchers such as I.
Each night I watch planets appear
to grow closer and embrace
in the dark expanse of space.
And suddenly,
I want to fly!
annarino writes 