It used to be we would star-watch together, but lately I find myself
searching the night sky alone. Looking for a sign? Looking for a way out.
The solar storms bring the Northern Lights to our horizon,
but you don’t see them. They glow blue and orange, colors not even
visible on your spectrum. Spectral, magnetic storms cause disruptions,
draw our hearts more distant. I bang my head against the landscape;
suburban sprawl out every window, fires burning on the television.
How many churches destroyed? How many of us spinning apart?
I used to want to die. I would wait for life to trickle out of me, a little
at a time. Lately I’ve been watching the moon, reflecting back my own face,
pale, waxing and waning, always alone. She doesn’t know or care about us.
The two planets appear shining, so close they are almost one star now,
but this is an illusion. They are in distant orbit, isolated in their dusty,
unbreathable atmospheres, unable to stand, ever, to touch.
Photo by Stefano Corso
