Lent — day thrity-seven

A star sat,
watchful and humble,
just a few inches above
where I was suspended.
Far below me, a dark ocean
lie, with cities of lights
to break up its quiet.
Between the star
and the bright cities
rested a cloud, like a veil.
Such a small thing
when you’re inches from
the stars. I wondered mostly,
as I took in the wide world
in inches and gulps:
how do we sleep at night
with all those lights –
keeping us from the stars?

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