The sky quivers tonight
Stars dart across an infinite canvas
Hesitant to mark their spot on the black
Something’s amiss in the stratosphere tonight
Why else does the moon wear its knowing face?
That neither welcomes bedlam, nor turns it away
The planets tango in frantic haste
Defiant that the music will stop
But it will. Stop.
The sky is so fragile tonight
She may just shatter into a million pieces
And lay scattered across perpetuity’s floor
The sun casts her rays in apology
For what her light may reveal
Scenes of menace burst from her beams
She longs for the dark tonight
And then. Stillness envelopes the uneasy sky
The stars align in perfect constellation
The moon nestles into a tranquil smile
As the planets lovingly skip to a halt
The sky exhales a cosmic breath
That pacifies the sun’s raucous rays
All is well again in the sky tonight.
Photo: It’s comforting to know that somehow, the universe, in its incomprehensible infinitude, is exactly as it is