Here I sit, and I wait, waiting backwards,
clawing at the trail of seconds,
the course of which remains steady, despite my best efforts.
The last moment of starlight is a welcoming peace.
Under impending interruption,
they flicker so softly.
They will fade soon, and the clouds will be the first to awaken,
From void in the night sky
to the perspiration of a planet.
I may watch, or ignore. I haven't decided.
But watching is a distraction all on its own,
for when I watch, I'm not experiencing and only photographs are retained
In the very brief moment when silence explodes
a wave of new light will emerge from yesterday.
And when the night has set,
the world can begin anew.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
Here I sit, and I wait, waiting backwards,
clawing at the trail of seconds,
the course of which remains steady, despite my best efforts.
The last moment of starlight is a welcoming peace.
Under impending interruption,
they flicker so softly.
They will fade soon, and the clouds will be the first to awaken,
From void in the night sky
to the perspiration of a planet.
I may watch, or ignore. I haven't decided.
But watching is a distraction all on its own,
for when I watch, I'm not experiencing and only photographs are retained
In the very brief moment when silence explodes
a wave of new light will emerge from yesterday.
And when the night has set,
the world can begin anew.