Rather than looking at the night sky
I love to catch the look of absolute wonder on someone's face,
as they crane their neck to observe the stars.
It's easy to get lost under the speckled blanket of our universe,
but I'm always grounded by the constellations of humanity.
A child's eyes shine brighter than the moon ever could,
and while the Milky Way flows through our veins
somehow I'm reassured by this world's insignificance.
Because here we are, bumping into people on the sidewalk
as we get distracted by dead gas.