They are more than we imagined –
the breathless born stars;
infinitely more aswirl
galaxies spinning and wild!

What our eyes cannot see
we might have fathomed to be
if only we had the darkest night skies
through which to see the heavens
splayed out in silent glory.

We have but poor vision
poorer desires, poorer hopes.
We illumine the night to see
only ourselves playing and longing
on the parched fields of earth.

We think it cold out there
closing our windows to the night
pulling down the shades
turning out the lights
that we may sleep and dream
of stars and worlds far away.
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Portland, Oregon – July 19, 2022

Thinking of the recently revealed images taken from the newest space telescope. Also thinking of Vincent Van Gogh’s, Starry Night. I believe he saw, mystic that he was, what was really out there.