Because we all want to write more poems.
At night
At night you can look straight into deep space
stars so far and numerous they seem a stain
the dark uncharted enormity
by day, neatly hidden away
behind a lovely blue wall, or
sullen or boiling gray mask
it would be too much all the time
too much always to take in
implacable maw of eternity agape
we look at night, when we're tired
blood's tide ebbing, wonder outpacing fear
we sleep, let the dreamer out to play there
- Benjamin Gorman's Shared Poems
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Jennifer Dixey
February 24, 2012
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It's full of stars
That second stanza took me aback. Oh, wait, yeah, you're right, they're always out there, aren't they? We just don't think about them. I like the idea that we couldn't stand to always be surrounded by (aware of) the immensity of space ... I think it's true. Might do us some good, though, to be reminded all day, every day, of the fact that we are all on one tiny blue marble in that immensity!