Is that Orion and why is he aiming at the moon
What does he see in the sky that I don’t
I walk alone at night up orchard hill, around the back
The sky is starry and the woods seem quiet
I can even see which stars are redder and which bluer
The bluest light is the university blue light system
They wait ominously in the dark down my path
They say you are supposed to be able to see a blue light no matter where on campus you’re standing
There’s no life in the blue lights
Is that Orion, and why has he moved from his perch?
Is the earth just a big marble?
I lay on the hill after walking home from my theatre tech rehearsal
When I stepped out from the curtains the industrial lights of the newly opened school building were bright in my eyes
I settled easily into the night on my walk home
From the blackouts of the theatre transitions
The starry speckle of the light board
The moonlight of the ellipsoidal lamps on actors’ faces
Maybe Orion came to watch
The night sky is just one big blackout
And when it’s dark you remember that everything is just a tech rehearsal
Where has Orion gone?
Why is the sky cloudy?
Will he ever catch the moon?
No
Even his own stars are light years apart
I cannot see up tonight without the stick and poke of snowflakes on my face and in my eyes
Clouds to snow back to the ground
The sky hitchhikes inside on my eyelashes
I walk inside my dorm building
Lights up.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 8:50 PM UTC
Is that Orion and why is he aiming at the moon
What does he see in the sky that I don’t
I walk alone at night up orchard hill, around the back
The sky is starry and the woods seem quiet
I can even see which stars are redder and which bluer
The bluest light is the university blue light system
They wait ominously in the dark down my path
They say you are supposed to be able to see a blue light no matter where on campus you’re standing
There’s no life in the blue lights
Is that Orion, and why has he moved from his perch?
Is the earth just a big marble?
I lay on the hill after walking home from my theatre tech rehearsal
When I stepped out from the curtains the industrial lights of the newly opened school building were bright in my eyes
I settled easily into the night on my walk home
From the blackouts of the theatre transitions
The starry speckle of the light board
The moonlight of the ellipsoidal lamps on actors’ faces
Maybe Orion came to watch
The night sky is just one big blackout
And when it’s dark you remember that everything is just a tech rehearsal
Where has Orion gone?
Why is the sky cloudy?
Will he ever catch the moon?
No
Even his own stars are light years apart
I cannot see up tonight without the stick and poke of snowflakes on my face and in my eyes
Clouds to snow back to the ground
The sky hitchhikes inside on my eyelashes
I walk inside my dorm building
Lights up.
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