Whispered Wanderings

Light in the night sky
pulls my imagination upward.
A plane, filled with hopeful faces and
big dreams? Or perhaps a UFO: aliens
studying our planet from above?

Or is it a star? My mind expands
uncomfortably when I think how
by the time we see its light,
it could have already burned out
many years before.

I’m not really sure
what that says about
this thing called Life.

klm
6/8/24