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Poem book: from the classroom

Chapter 18: Stars or city lights?

Summary:

a poem written on the bus late at night

Chapter Text

When it’s dark enough
The ground and sky
They blend. Together
Til you don’t know
Up from down
And it’s all one.

It was late,
Dark and cold.
I’m half asleep
Against the window
And the bus bumbles on.
Silent and staring.

It’s cloudy. Nothing to see.
I know this, and yet
I still think, for a moment
As I stare out upon the world
I can’t help but think,
Those are stars.

The city lights are bright,
And gold and white.
Flickering like stars.
It suits it. In a way.
Thinking of all the light,
The phosphorus inside them.

The moon was big,
And bright in the sky.
Even through the clouds.
It keeps going,
Reminding me, I need to do
The same.

People are awake down there.
I think to myself as I look away
From the star-city.
Loving and living their lives,
And what about I?
Am I truly stardust too?

Stars are not city lights.
City lights are not stars.
But for a minute,
consider the wonder.
How long it took to be here,
The science behind both.

Humans are stardust,
And we create more of it.
Our own super nova.
So when you look out,
And see the stars and city lights
Consider if there was ever a difference
And if it ever mattered.