POETRY

Step out of everyday
and into the starry sky
for without science
you have no aim.

Eyes now covered with hair,
for there is this gentle breeze,
focusing hours on end
on a blink from far away.

Perhaps blink is wrong,
something more akin to abandoned awe
from an object of light that you could call
an angel.

Perhaps not that far
since it came for you
through your retina, absorbed in
and part of you from now on.

The vault above your head
slowly turns towards pink.
Your shivers are gone.

jam07