Thrasher's Call

I see hope and wonder when I see the stars, such shimmering streams of years flowing over such a span; I wish I could see the whole centuries’ course and just marvel.

Space seems so still; its vastness isn’t clasped in twenty-four-hour clashing newsflashes; I think that’s why I see hope and wonder when I see the stars.

From such distance, beauty is somehow magnified; the weight of the ages arrives at my eyes with silvery lightness, such shimmering streams of years flowing over such a span,

and I long to zoom out, and to follow its trails, and leave behind these minute, secondary skirmishes of ours. I wish I could see the whole centuries’ course, and just marvel.