Writing by starlight
Can’t see the words
Fill a page
Nothing there
Waterfall distant sound
Tree against stars Milky Way
Juniper Jupiter white rock
Wind dying my heart
At peace a Friday night
Big Dipper sits on the mountain
Friends lie in their tents
I sit against rock
Star bowl spinning overhead
Feel the movement
And soar away
Who knows how many stars there are
All those dim ones filling the black
Until it seems no black is there
And then you see the Milky Way
The sky should be pure white with stars
That’s black dust up there
Blocking the view
Carbon and hydrogen
All of us flung together
In just this way
A blank white page
I write and then
A blank white page
Story of my life!
Kim Stanley Robinson: Night Poem
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